Creativity is great, but plagiarism is faster

Mediocrity, you foul waster of good-intentioned ambition. You prey mercilessly on the weak minds and threaten the fortitude of the strong. Oh that I would be delivered from your seduction. Your glib comrade - compromise - follows in your wake, soothing and smoothing, like honey on the tongue, changing my creative words to endless platitudes. Though I shake you once, twice, you always return: Waiting patiently, ready to whisper in my ear.