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At Willí Corporate Home
by David Lester Young

Monday, July 25, 2005
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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Conservative corporate rules
Invading the individual home,
Stating no poetry allowed
At any time of day or night.

Posting of individual writing
Would be grounds for divorce,
Territory of the mind control
Copyrighted for corporate control.

Individual artistry null Ďn void
For all creative outlets censored,
Bible Belt ĎAt Willí attitudes
Southern slave of another time.

Employment of treats, intimidation,
Making a northerner a damn Yankee,
Turning a straight single man gay,
Turning a Christian into a Catholic.

Executive corporate privileged power,
No jury of your working peers.
Sentenced to a life of poetic exile
For an addicted love of language.

Luxury cars of writers and thinkers,
Crafted artistry of worded advertisements,
Conservative car of great beauty,
Sponsoring the sport of individual talents.

Denying employees the right to write
In the privacy of their own homes.
In the South, you must be a ghost writer
Letting eagles wings claim another identity.

Here they hire from Alabama only
Using federal tax employment dollars,
Someone snuck me in the side door,
My heritage being flawed as an American.

Germans can be hired from Germany,
And immigrated her with working rights.
But ďAt WillĒ terminates American rights.
The rights of a Constitution are not valid.

Beautiful engineered crafted automobile
Built with gifted Alabama talent
That deserve the right to write at home,
From the minds of freely inspired words.

Why is a sin to speak your mind?
In the privacy of your own home
When Conservatives can speak out freely,
As long as they never become liberated,
That liberals have been branded to silence,
That moderates have succumbed to the wrath,
That we must be dictated to by a President.

Note: I was terminated from a car manufacturer for writing poetry, which they told me, I should not tell anybody about. I told them why not, for I am a man of the truth. I am resigned to my fate, my faith that there is a purpose for living, and that mine was terminated into my new fate, that I must now succeed in my failures to claim my own words of pride. In this poverty, I must claim the words of my freedom, to exist upon my divine creative mind, while I self-destruct inside feelings of my own uselessness. Here in Alabama, Liberal Arts is a vice, branded with a letter L, like a President, who likes to use it to brand a part of America, as a separate caste of lower class Americans. It is sad that Republicans and others complain about liberal free speech to corporate America, if it contradicts their viewpoint.

So what do I want, I want the company to retract the statement that employees cannot write on their own time, that what they do on their own time will never be held against them, that they all have the right of a peer review denied me, especially when things are done away from the work place. I want to have them say it was a mistake on their part, to ban poetry in my home. I seek no monetary compensation, because it is not about money, but about being an American. I want them to listen to an advertisement proposal for their car line that I thought up, while I worked there, thoughts generates in my own time. I want ĺ of the proceeds for the advertisementís idea to go to the University of Alabama Liberal Arts Program, which a conservative university president is severely downgrading. The other ľ will go to me, while I try to ride into my retirement funds. This Vietnam lost his war and stands little chance in this one, but I wish my former company no ĎIll Willí.

The dessert would be that straight men do not become gay in gossip, just because they are looking for a feminine soul mate, and when they talk to women at work that the women are not pressured by gossip to terminate a casual relationship of friendship. That it is all right to respect gay people, as human being along with blacks, Catholics, Moslems, Yankees, Germans, and the diversity of humanity in the smile of the Constitution. That a liberal mind does not become black in time enslaved to conservative values. That it was okay to want to support John Kerry, and not have it thrown in your face. I pray that there are no more Dick Head Crews, to what I had been assigned to for over seven years, who tried to destroy me. That by the way was the name others crews put on my crew, and asked me why I put up with all the crap. This was fact and the supervisors knew of it, they offered to put me into another department of maintenance to get away from the abuse. Finally, I said it was okay to send me to another crew, and was so happy for a while, until one of the Dick Heads was transferred to my crew. They put that person over me finally, a person who had threatened me six years earlier that if I did not slow down getting to the line that he would see to it that I would get fired. These people, who had said I was a better person than what they had been told, slowly started changing under pressure. I guess my scars are so deep within me that they cry silently inside me, trying to make sense how human beings could treat another person so badly especially with southern hospitality. However, writing is my pure salvation, and my therapy. With them knowing this fact, that it was my greatest love and my mental release, they finally used it to dig into my hurting heart of my individuality. They knew that I could feel myself come alive in the dictionary of love that does not judge a manís worth, but it hugs him with his independence of who he really is, a writer, a thinker, and a poet.

So today, I struggle in my roller coaster depression hoping that I can survive into my retirement funds without too many early withdrawals. I will then seek the counseling that comes from traumatic experiences and find comport from inside myself, by talking to others. I pray that the book that I have almost finished will get a publisher, and that all my very human mistakes are proofread out of it, that the struggle can bear its fruit of a secure future.

I fight for the words that must succeed, for a terminated free spirited poet must spread their wings upon the horizon of hope, to find the dreamscape of Americaís peace and tranquility. I pray that corporate America does not merge our homes under there domain that they guarantee US the constitution. Send your letters to free up those employees that cannot write in the freedom of self-expression. I will wait for my letter that says that they had made a mistake when they had said they were banning the writing of all the poetry in my own home. They can still ban it from all workers at work, but poetry is in the verses of songs, the advertising of slogans, and the biblical meaning of conservative values. That even the Ten Commandment has poetic sound to it. I pray, ďAt Willí will never invade the homes of American independence that our individual and family views, or conduct never become grounds for corporate punishment. That every human being has a right to be judged by their peers when it involves the privacy of their own homes.

My God, in His Christianity has kept me alive when everything seemed to be lost. In a living suicide, which is a Catholicís belief against suicide, I found the darkness that only words could enlighten. I pray for my success that can get me out of the extreme conservative Bible Belt, and gets me the money to seek counseling that will again smile inside me that all American are equal even those that abused me. So if you see a Crossfire convertible with invisible wings tagged with a ĎPOETS license, please honk, or wave, as my liberated hair finds the winds of his mind to levitate him from his depression, praying for the divine enlightenment of the heavens above him, giving him the verse to rest in peace.

Bless you from a Catholic Liberal prayer that sees God in all of humanity from the diversity of equality. May true Conservatives see the compassion of His eyes on the streets of American poverty and help educate all of America for a brighter future. That being Conservative does not segregate you with wealth in preaching in one color of worth being colored green, and that the Bibles primary word to individual religious beliefs not be PROFIT. I pray in my Liberal red blood of equality, which is shared with all the races, creeds, cultures, religions, and individual beliefs, flying the breezes of red, white, and blue. Stars and stripes of our heritage from sea to shining sea from a north that join a south with no dividing lines of hate, but love thy neighbor philosophies.

My words sing to me, as a short note became a rant for my therapy, for my dreams seek that the moderates can again speak out, to regain the division of the extremes. Let US not ban our way into submission, or let corporate America control our destiny, for America is about all its people, who truly belief in the Constitution of human, and individual religious rights, while never allowing any element to control there divine terms.

The fantasy of dreams sparks me, for I know that most Americans do not stand up for anything, for in a commitment, they become fallible to anotherís discriminatory opinion. However, with White House Town Hall Meeting, we have learned that silence is golden in being ticketed in admittance to a segregated audience of allegiance, for here a President word is law. Can one solve a problem when there is only one answer allowed the right to reply to a predetermined question? Can WMDís never be questioned if they exist beforehand, and then to blame others, when they are not found, as faulty intelligence? There is one word for America, which really works well; it is not PROFIT, but TRUTH. This word carries power in all the religions, it is the greatest strength in oneís personal character, for in one lie lies the downfall of great men and women. In that word TRUTH, we must pledge allegiance but not to the truth that lies in fiction. It is time to rate our politician from the TRUTH of the voters seeing the religion that finds the streets of their neighborhoods. Have Congress allow them to vote from federal court offices in their states, lets take back our legislators to hear the words of the electorate, not the paid lobbyists of a corrupt payoff system. After all, it would be good for national security to have them spread in different places. The lobbyist would have to travel to the individual states, where states rights can police them. Maybe the Congressional offices and homes can become state embassies, so that state law can prosecute anyone doing something illegal in them. So that when a trip is offered to a politician, a state can punish them for bribing the sovereignty of the state. Like many ideas, some are abstract, while others have merit, and if we all could express freely the combination of American pride might solve things. Today politicians have forgotten about the human element of government. That is why I want a free press that my absurd solutions can be conservatively destroyed, to be moderately applied from both viewpoints. If you made it this far, I thank you, and feel free to criticize my writing, for then your have given me a great gift, an independent creative mind.

Sorry! If we must teach for total acceptance, then have we really taught anything?

D.Lester 07/25/05 ©
Terminated Mercedes poet, somewhere in America now not on company time.



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Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 7/25/2005
You carry one very busy and powerful pen David!!

You sure it was NOT on company time??

Hehehehehe!!

Write on Sir :)!!


Love Tinka
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