You're a Mistake

Hi Roger. I hear you're a rock star now. Do you think that because I bashed you on your birthday in retaliation for you ruining my birthday last year you're allowed to commit fraud with my music? Do you know what happened to that band, Roger? They went to prison. They went to prison for doing exactly what you just tried to do with my new song. And because you're a Dateline star, a lot of people fell for you and believed it was yours. Or maybe they thought I was you! How nice! Was it even your voice on the recording? Roger, if you haven't been to jail yet like all these stars on TV, it isn't because you're greater than they are. It's because I care about your fourteen-year-old. And is it true that you also have a daughter? I didn't know that because we haven't been in touch in the last thirty years or so before you went on TV with all those others who haven't associated with me in decades to tell the world about a person who no longer exists in the present. I think it's time you started minding your own business and paying attention to your children instead of interfering with me on the internet because you'll be incarcerated if you try to steal my work again. I only knew about your son because I met him when he was five. That was when I went home to write my poetry in 2004. Does everyone in Renfrew remember when I went home to write my poems in 2004? Does MuchMusic remember how I sent them poems from my parents' computer in 2004? Do you all remember how you took Roger's side against me for being such a burden on my poor parents? But Roger noticed that the younger girls in our family were not so quick to hate me when they read my poems. He noticed that girls liked my poems. Maybe that's why he let everyone think he wrote them when I removed them from the internet. I wonder how his wife feels about that. Roger, have you ever given any thought to what my life has been like for the last thirty years, while you've been going to your comfortable job and socializing with your large clique and telling everyone what a failure I am because I'm not an ordinary asshole with no imagination like you? Parties and women and cars and houses for you. Soup lines and suicides and bicycles that get stolen when I'm hated and homeless shelters for me. Well, Roger, that misery is where my song came from. And as someone who considers it beneath him to stand in a soup line, you have some nerve trying to take the credit for it. I had no idea you were such a cutthroat. I bet some of your 'friends' know about it, though, and I bet they laugh about it behind your back. Roger, as you know I am the seventh born of our parents. Dad wanted to call it quits after six and gave mom the pill. But mom didn't want to take the pill. So I was an accident. But if you had never been born, maybe I would have had the family support I needed - at least when I showed up in Ottawa in 2007. From your Telus computer, I'm sure you knew that my songs were popular. And after telling the world what a failure I was for twenty-five years, your ego was more important to you than the millions of dollars I might have made for our family in the last six years without your interference. So I might have been an accident, but you are most certainly a mistake. And as long as you're going to hold my pot smoking against me, don't forget to hate the Rolling Stones because I read that Keith was on heroin and had to tranfuse every drop of blood in his body like a vampire, in order to cross the border into other countries. And I read that Mick had to have the partition separating his nostrils surgically restored in the 1970's because of extensive erosion from snorting too much cocaine. And didn't their bass player have a thirteen-year-old girlfriend? You wouldn't have let me get away with that either, I'm sure - not that I'm even interested in having sex with minors. You're such a stupid hypocrite. And did you know the Rolling Stones took one of my songs? It was the song I wrote both times I stayed at the Salvation Army Men's Shelter in 'disgrace' when I went back to visit Ottawa, where you live, in 2007 and last February. And don't panic because those media buddies of yours are gone from TV. It's probably more because they failed to destroy me than because of their crime.
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