No Attention, No Hit

A world is not in human hands But in the grip of greed Whose champions make cruel demands Upon the ones in need Thus honest work is undermined Turned crooked and uncouth To capture and in darkness blind All seekers of the truth And nowhere is the truth mocked more Than where the people claim That truth and justice are their core And happiness their aim For bitter knowledge fails to sell Unless made sweet with lies And long experience would tell Of virtue's slow demise From my poem, the Road to Elysium Who did they tell you wrote the above? They knew I wrote it and who did they tell you wrote it? Did they try to tell you Leonard Cohen wrote it, like they did when I first shared Buck Henry? Do you understand it? It talks about how our world is inhuman because of greed, you know, like the greed of broadcasting corporations who need me to write all their comedy and hit songs for them so they can give them to a hundred frauds and charge you a hundred times as much for it. Would you have gone to see Nickleback if they didn't have Fool's Paradise and Nonchalant? Would you have gone to see the Shards if they didn't have Virtue? Would you have gone to see Beyonce without Under My Umbrella? Would you have gone to see Seal without Bad News and Beguiled? Etc, etc, etc. Maybe you still would have gone to see some of these jerks without my music, but not in nearly as high numbers as you did to watch them steal my whole life. So I guess we can't give all that attention to the frauds who built their careers out of my life if we're going to have any attention for the author when we're finished. That would explain why I receive no attention now. And if financial success depends on attention, I am limited as to what I can do about it by myself here.
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