I Don't Wanna Be Nice
A Plagiaristic Poem Woven From The Words Of Dr John Cooper Clarke

Introduction
Armed with "Ten Years In An Open Necked Shirt", I have stolen lines from the poems of John Cooper Clarke to weave this masterpiece. The platform has made it clear that I cannot write poetry (in their misinformed opinion), so I am taking the words of a real, recognised poet, The Bard Of Salford.
As usual, I am making it quite difficult by maintaining a syllable count and "ABAB" rhyming sequence in the four quatrains. I have had to slip some words in, and some may seem a little nonsensical but this is probably my most Plagiaristic Poem.
The concept is similar to Found Poetry.
I Don't Wanna Be Nice
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Iβm Not Your Psychoanalyst,
You Know Iβd Rather Talk To Mice.
I Don't Care, I Will Never Rust
Vacancies Exist Where It Is
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Sleep Is A Sneak Preview Of Death
Keith Joseph Smiles, A Baby Dies
Gave Me The Millimetre Tread
Fasten Your Seatbelts, Says A Voice
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Wanna Monster From Outer Space?
Around The Block, Against The Clock
The Section Of The Populace
A Garden Of Eden Syndrome
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I Was Walking Down Oxford Road
Henley Regatta On Page One
Screws Screaming In the Corridor
Bring Back The Rope For Everyone
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Concluding Addendum
This is the concept of Plagiaristic poetry
About the Creator
Mike Singleton π Mikeydred
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Comments (4)
Nicely plagiarized, Mike.
Enjoyed this, Mike <3
Nicely done!
Oh, this brings back memories, I went to see John Cooper Clarke in Sheffield, and then randomly bumped into him in a pub in York a few weeks later! Very funny, friendly guy.