Where Is Nickleback?

I was listening to the melody of this song of mine and I realized that I have a Celtic heart. Probably from my Irish mother. This would make a good bagpipes song, I think. And it has some rather raw expressions of masculine sexuality that may appeal to women who have recently reached the age of sensuality. Maybe that's why that blond thief needed to steal it and try to sell it to Warner after the Crystalids already stole hours of my music and sold them to that corporation in 2008. Such a shame because the singing in this live video is better than my singing on my demo recording for this song. How are my Scottish friends today? In the last job I had here before my online presence made normal employment impossible for me, I worked as a Scottish plumber's assistant. He was a very nice old man. He told me he was a guard at Spandau prison in the 1940's. I recall reading in Albert Speer's memoirs of Spandau that the French offered the best meals of the four countries who ran that prison - rotating in monthly intervals. But this elderly Scot told me that he saw the French preparing the meals for the prisoners in bedpans. We're getting a break from the drizzle today. I tried to make a video of my poem the Tartar War last night and it took me 27 minutes and 55 seconds to recite it all at once. That would take a long time to post. So I guess I'll have to post my larger poems in chapters, the same way Saturday Night Live stole them from me so they could charge their sponsors by the chapter and make eight times as much profit from one poem. Are they in prison now? They wouldn't tell you on the TV - unless it's some sort of backhanded scheme like Dateline's 2011-2012 farce. And didn't Dateline go to prison for that? You'd never know it from the TV. They look out for their own and fuck everyone else. And where is Nickleback? Remember how I was complaining about getting deliberately shortchanged with my transactions this summer? That was while the rock radio was playing Nickleback's noisy hate song. And did this failure of a band that never wrote a hit in all the years that the radio has been shoving them down our throats go to prison? Are they in prison? Is their lead singer performing sexual favours for some big tough inmate now? You'd never know it from the radio. They want you all to think they're cool so you'll reject me and hate me when all I'm trying to do is defend my copyright and spare my honour. Yes, I know I thought Thursday was Friday. Threw me off all the way to yesterday evening. Must be a leap year this year.
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