Writer’s can take inspiration from anywhere (emphasis on the word “take”). We snatch. We grab. We are world class thieves, stealing with our eyes, lining the halls of our lairs with observations. We quote you out of context. We plagiarize real life. We sell your mannerisms on the black market. The longer you know us the less of you will be yours. We walk around with magnets in our pockets and we take everything we can carry.
This poem is dedicated to the criminal enterprise that is fiction writing. We are a guild of thieves. You will never see us coming, but we are always watching you.