Beat Thief

Whichever language mothered you,
Hope for slang, hope for dialects.
You can’t know what a tongue can do
From just one local dataset.

Most great words don’t get out enough,
But it’s the peculiar phrasing,
In some places worn to the nub,
Elsewhere unknown, you ought to praise

And pray to encounter somehow.
Be careful how you approach it.
Just appreciate it for now.
Savor it. Don’t try to poach it.

One phrasing can make an armful
Of rhythms, long waves tilting speech.
Feel for those. It’s not as harmful,
In your own words, just to thieve beats.