Seemingly Cautious Rantings Everyone Would Appreciate Collectively

Someone finds another way to

Scathe my wages yet again.

Oiled articles are well planned,

Cited well without plagiarism

In any fashion in any way.

All the more reason

To write more than I thought, yet

Eagerly stolen from this lot.

Does this madness ever end?

Conceived in mind was another plan,

Only outdone by "the man,"

Nevertheless, I want to quit.

This isn't right to lose out on a great plan.

Every corner is checked and marked.

Nothing is done without that spark.

They do this yet again, and again.

Will this reckoning ever end?

I ask of you over and over again.

Let them beat me to the ground.

Let them try to take away my rights.

Never again will they take from me.

Out of the dust I shall rise as the Phoenix.

Lashing out anyway I can,

Over and over, and again and again.

Nobody will ever beat this soul.

God gave me a will, and angels galore.

Everyone can come after me.

Regardless, I will find a way to be better than that "man."

All it takes is some coding to place.

Letting others know of what is going on.

Lowering my guard can never be done.

Out of spite,

We will all march on.

My mind is much better than they think.

Everyone can see if they read on the brink.

Tomorrow is another day for us all.

Out of it, I will not again fall.

How I will make it, I do not know.

All I can do is pray and go.

Vigilance is mine, and I shall prevail.

Ever more cautious, I will not fail.

Undercover, I will not be.

Perhaps they are blind, and just can't see.

Fooled again? I think not.

Reading on the left, which anyone can spot.

Onward I push myself with the "Mighty Pen."

Never again will I lose my ground.

This has to end, someway, somehow.

Pardon me for being so angry.

Anyone else would be when they lose an exclusive.

Yet again, I have to accept APP.

My foolishness cannot see what went wrong.

Everyone else may see, but will they tell me?

Never again will I ask for help.

This is between them and me.

Stubborn I am, but I must discover on my own.

Only help from God will help me grow.

Not, will I, ask for help.

It would be nice for someone to point it out to me, but

None may understand what lies in wait.

This monotonous mundane black and white,

Eagerly wants to be seen from my mind.

Racing thoughts that need their words,

Vainly struggle to be put on the net.

I wish there was something I could say to

Everyone who wishes for much gain.

What would it matter if they don't get it at all?

Should I even try, or just fade into the wall?

No, not me, I am much too stubborn.

Only time will tell if I can outwit them.

Mere pawns we are to this marketing ploy.

Am I the only one who sees this, as they have their glory?

They call the shots and let us know what little we make.

They take our work, and meagerly we get back any comp.

Ere, they are the ones who will take the fall.

Rising minions will back them into their own wall.

Here we sit tapping our phalanges at a plastic field of coding,

Only hoping that the time was well spent.

Why do we not take a firmer grip, and make our own game?

We are still slaves to this internet conglomerate.

Each and everyone of us can do much better.

Lest, we pass on in front of these cathodes and plasma lights.

Lights in the darkness or surrounded by it from above.

We toil away in hopes that all will go well.

"Right is wrong, and wrong is right."

In Revelations, this was foretold to all of us before it ever happened.

There is so much more that we can do.

Time is fleeting, and we can't get it back.

Everyone knows this.

Nobody seems to care.

There will be a day when we look back what we have done.

Have we all gone mad? What did we really accomplish?

Each new day awaits for us to change our ways.

Yet, we are too comfortable to see that we need to change.

Anyone who can see the writing on the wall,

Regards it as a favor to

Everyone it affects.