Ignorance Is Strength

Just heard that song Strong Enough to Be My Man in McDonald's. It had me wondering if people think I'm weak for 'letting' billion dollar corporations seize my music and writing, cash it in behind my back, and then erase all evidence of their crime from the internet. (Everything makes me think of that.) Well, I'm still here. I think anyone who went through that should be dead. And I paid for my opinion before they acquired it. They wouldn't have been taking such effective shots at corporations if corporations hadn't deprived me all my life while they handed out paycheques to everyone else. I also paid for writing songs before I shared them. And when I think about how imposters were thanked for what they did to me, I think that that song title should be changed to Do You Look Strong Enough to Be My Man. I don't think of myself as strong. God is strong. I can't help producing my work and sharing it. I can't oppose God's will. God is too strong for me. Otherwise, maybe I could have a decent life in this Satanic world. But as long as this industry is going to cash in my work and leave me on disability, as if to say 'it serves you right for not begging us', I don't care how strong the ones who took my work made themselves look with makeup, to me they're weak. People think you're strong if you have money. Was ENRON strong? They think you're strong if you have a lot of friends. Was Julius Caesar strong? No one is strong. If we were strong we wouldn't let ourselves be pushed around so much. They treated me the same way they would treat anyone they thought was too clever. Do you know why I had to go through that? To make me suffer. Long queues, unpleasant jobs, punishing social programs, and advertising are all there to make us suffer. Power is asserted when the higher ups see that you follow their will and not your own, as O'Brien said to Winston Smith in the Ministry of Love. But if I score with one of my punchlines about corporations, who suffers? Who will they, in return, punish at the first opportunity? Are they stronger for dishing out suffering that would drive them to madness? Or am I stronger for enduring it? I've been trying for the last few years to get up on a stage and sing my songs. First they tried to throw me in jail. Then they tried to take over my future. Then they put me on trial for re-posting old blogs. I've been hated, I've been homeless, I once went seven days without a bite to eat: all with the knowledge of the heaps of cash that were generated from the use of my creative works by others for fraud. I traveled 2,500 miles on a bus for four days and four nights only to find out that my parents don't want to see me and that I may have been betrayed by one of my brothers and that no one wants to have me in their home. I have to go to bed every night alone with visions of the international party that was thrown to punish me for being a songwriter and an author and an artist. It spans six years now. Sometimes I stare over the edge of the Granville Bridge and I'm the only one who stops me from jumping because I'm the only one there. Gee, I hope I don't sound like a wimp.
Arguments Copyright Issues Comedy Sketches Cartoons Lyrics Poems
More Statements Scripts Songs
© 2013. Statements by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.