Thrown Dogs

Boy, it took me a long time to get to sleep last night. I kept tossing and turning with my memories of October/November 2007. It's too much stress for a man to handle indefinitely. November 2007 was when Dateline protected their crooked stars by broadcasting a show that declared me a fraud. The hate hit my brain like a ton of bricks and drove me immediately from the web. Let me tell you what I saw on YouTube the very next day. Ding! Dong! The witch is dead! Which old witch? The wicked witch! That was no coincidence, eh, YouTube? And you belong to Google, right? Oh, don't be evil! What do you think evil is anyway? Do you think it was evil for me to author and share my work on the web and please large numbers of people with it in 2007? Because if that's evil, then I would certainly have been a witch. And that would make those frauds into angels for stealing my work and lying to the human heart with it and, above all, for pressing it onto DVD's and making millions and millions of dollars for themselves under a false claim of ownership. So, who said I'm lost yesterday? Yes, can you help me find the world where a poet is treated with respect instead of hung out to dry by the monsters who steal his work? I've been searching for nine years now. The TV especially likes to focus these kinds of lies on children, who like colourful stories like the Wizard of Oz. And the broadcasters don't quit until they have the children in the schoolyard yelling insults at me as I pass by them. Last week, for instance, a child almost shouted himself hoarse trying to get me to turn and acknowledge his cry of hey, DAD!, which was meant to mock my convenience store choices of snacks. The media is only happy when they have all the children hating my guts and loving the assholes who stole my work and committed ghastly fraud with it. And our justice system is obviously incapable of putting an effective end to it or I wouldn't still be complaining about it nine years later. Another video stands out in my mind from that horrible time. It was GI in Iraq who was eager to offer his rebuttal to my post where I confess my fondness for dogs. Does everyone remember it? He looks into the lens and says, 'do you like dogs?,' and then he picks up a puppy and flings him so high in the air that the poor little guy is sure to land in a very injured condition. That's the way your networks and the people at Google thought you should celebrate my work in late 2007. And if I'm still stuck in this state, I guess it's still their position on the matter. I'm glad I don't watch their poisonous broadcasts. I'll do my own sinning. I won't have some hateful, mind manipulating corporation adding to it without my conscious knowledge. I'm all by myself with these memories now and it sure makes me want to kill myself. But Christ found me in 2010 because I went deist from atheist. And I'm in his arms now and will remain in his arms, no matter what I decide.
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