Message from a Boycotter
January 2, 2018
The more things change, the more they stay the same—
So much, in fact, that oftentimes, they drive me insane,
Like dwelling on the past and exploiting it for all its worth
For the selfish sake of filling one’s face and further gaining girth.
It’s already 2018, after all, and still some think
That milking yesteryear’s tragedies doesn’t at all stink,
Even though doing so has proven time and again to fail
To the point where those who’ve failed no longer bother to sail
The ever-so turbulent mainstream for years at a time,
And yet, others dare to dream that they can cross the brine
With the same disastrous vessels that the failures have failed to float,
And if that’s the case with you, then go ahead, you clueless goat!
Go ahead and set sail for ruin, you greedy sack of trash.
Let’s see how you hold together. I bet you’ll outright crash.
What makes you think you’re better than those who’ve preceded you,
Especially since you’ve clearly not learned from what they’ve been through—
The mistakes they’ve made, the toes they’ve trod upon, and so on?
Just like them, I predict, you’ll end up just like them: gone…
Gone from just this one last step of yours in your career,
And for it to end so suddenly is something others would fear,
Even after it has lasted as long as yours has
And being so illustrious, too…and all ‘because you just had
To bring it upon yourself to drill up the crippling past once more.
Oh, if only you had a clue of the ridicule in store
For you and everyone under you working on this project—
Ridicule that you deserve, though, for nine sane respect
Anyone and weak and ignorant or too lazy to think
Of anything new to show the masses that doesn’t stink.
That having been said, go ahead and embarrass yourself,
For when your work months later hits the clearance shelves
Of Wal-Marts nationwide, don’t you dare come crying to me,
Especially if, on the Internet, you chance to hear and see
Multiple negative reviews of your precious pride and joy
And rants on how you should retire once and for all, my boy.
America’s trying to move forward and leave the past in the past.
This constant fixation on it one way or another can’t last.
Remembrance is one thing, but obsession is another,
And people like you need to back off peddling the latter, brother.
Start treating us folks with dignity. Stop treating us like sheep.
Learn to respect us once and for all if you plan to keep
Your place in the entertainment world, for we’ve finally caught on—
Or at last we at last shall–to what you’re doing wrong,
And then where will you be once you’ve sacrificed your throne?
Hopefully out on the streets, forgotten and alone
With nobody to look after you or pad your pan with coin
When we used to feed you dollars by the dozen from a skinned cow’s loin.
At any cost your glory will finally bite the dust,
And fresh faces will take your place upon rising from the rust
That’s been rotting the iron infrastructure of the world,
And good media will once again be available to boys and girls.
It’s your call, Mr. Producer: Paradise or purgatory?
Do you want to retain your prestige or sacrifice your glory
In the name of speaking freely ‘bout what most don’t want to hear?
It’s the future of your reign, sir. Is all I’ve said clear?