A poem (if I can call it that)

Here's a poem that I've created in like 15 mins...

Cheaters, cheaters
Copying other people papers
Just so that they can pass
Without a care for other people

With their integrity gone
And their pride disintegrating
They copied
Like nobody's business

I was tempted once
I was tempted twice
I copied once
But not anymore

So what should we do?
They asked
Should we tell the lecturers
Or should we just not care

That's the world today
Everywhere there are paper chasers
Just so
They can boast

People want to make big money
(Who wouldn't?)
Without giving a damn
To what they do to others

Here's a variation, written by Karen...

Cheaters, cheaters
Copying in the tests
To pass their papers
And be one of the best

With their integrity gone
And their pride disintegrating
Conscience seems none
As results is everything

I was tempted once
I was tempted twice
Finally... I cheat
My heart miss a beat
Remorse comes fast...
It will be the last

Justice we must hold
but, what can we do
Should the lecturers be told?
No, we don't think so

That's the world today
Certificate holders have the say
Chasing positions above coast
Just so, they can boast.

You know, I've never expected Karen to be someone who can write a poem until she told me she took Literature in secondary school...