Hardtime #83: The Ego
Submitted by RIPbossman on Thursday, July 27, 2006 at 4:42 PM EST





Hardtime #83: The Ego

The following is poem that follows nearly the same format, theme, and in a slight way the same content (with the characters changed) as Edgar Allan Poe’s poem “The Raven”. I basically used this poem as a template for this entire poem-column.

Let me just say this before I begin: I know I promised part 2 of “Trend Breakers”, but that will come on my regularly scheduled day of Monday. I am simply posting this as sort of a “hype column” so to speak, considering that this column has sort of the same theme as Trend Breakers.

No, this is not what you should regularly expect from Hardtime. But I think this column stands pretty well on it’s own, even if it is nothing close to my regular column. If you like this column and expect more of it in the future, sorry, but you won’t get it. And if you hate the column, don’t worry, I doubt you’ll be seeing me use this format in the future.

If you have any feedback for this column, you may send it to david12345575@yahoo.com I enjoy interacting with my readers, and I promise to respond to each and every piece of feedback that I get.

Enjoy.

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Once upon a mid decade’s dreary, while I pondered weak and weary
Over many a Raw and Smackdown’s lost viewer, our audience was down to its very core
I tried to gain them back, but when it came to the ratings we had less, not more
The decline in viewer ship had my spirits low, and to the rest my product was a bore
I longed to return to my best friend Nielson, but I knew my ego showed him out the door
I desired Nielson and nothing more

Distinctly I remember it was during a downswing in September
Summer Slam had passed to the tune of “Let the bodies hit the floor”
I strewed my memories across my mind of how Nielson and I used to have much more
At this point in time, when I was asked about my friendship with Nielson, I was sore
I was concerned, and solace could not help from my family of four
I desired Nielson, and nothing more

And how I used to be so certain, of how there was success behind every curtain
I once battled my opponent WCW, and in the end I won the war
Is this a victor’s prize? To have less friends than he had before?
I can’t see why this has happened. Oh Nielson, it is your friendship I implore!
But I guess that’s the way the wind blows, from the mountains to the shore
I was in darkness, and nothing more

I hope for my product to become stronger, but I can not wait any longer
My ego is demanding, but I can’t pick my spirits up off the floor
Oh how it pesters and nags me! It won’t let me get over what I have done before
I didn’t wish this upon myself, I wished for me and Neilson to be friends forever more
I am stuck to ponder how it all came to be, how my product no longer holds such lore
I desired Nielson, and nothing more

Deep into the darkness I was peering, and ultimate bankruptcy I was fearing
My ego would not let me fail, but rather forced to face this difficult chore
It insisted, hassled and bothered me, not letting me forget what I was before
I begged and pleaded for it to stop, but it beckoned me from my core
I wanted a way out, I wanted to leave through the right door
My ego got the better of me, and nothing more

Back to the drawing board yearning, all the while my soul was burning
A hunger has been ignited inside of me, and it was desire that I wore
It had been a long time since I saw Nielson, and I wondered what I was still good for
Did I really still know what I was doing? I still knew a lot, but my ego wanted more
Many of my fans were long gone, but I knew I could win them back or create more
I wanted to be successful again, and nothing more

I opened up my mind’s shutter, and realized that my thoughts had began to flutter
Was I really who I used to be, the man who defeated Ted Turner with his billions galore?
Could I still get the job done, or did I simply have the mental strength of a small boar?
Never the less I set out to try to regain my friend, and I set out not to walk, but to soar
All the while remembering how Nielson left me, it was my heart that he tore
I desired Nielson, and nothing more

Then my ego beguiling, all the while at me it was smiling
Was I lead down the wrong road, did I walk through the wrong door?
Did Nielson’s importance even exist, was he a figment of old lore?
Why did I desire lures that faded away, but have come back to haunt me evermore?
I wanted peace, harmony, and the tranquility of being on a summer’s shore
But quoth my ego, “Nevermore”

“Satan!” said I “Belonging to me, but still, you are a devil!”
I lashed out, throwing the drawing board from standing position to the floor
I rocked, I raged, I rambled, I banged on the door
Nothing, not even Nielson, could console me to my heart’s core
This ego of mine is a thing of evil, yet it is attractive like a whore
Then I say to my counterpart “Nevermore!”

But my ego remained there sitting, and yet after all the rage it seemed so fitting
I calmed down, and began to realize that it was not my own harmony that I implore
But rather to serve a master, a master who haunted me evermore
That master was my ego, my enemy, yet when compared to peace he gave so much more
I couldn’t resist, and for him I bowed down to the floor
Quoth the ego “Evermore”

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I hope you all enjoyed that. If you didn’t realize it, The ego belong's to Vince McMahon, and is taking the place of The Raven in the poem. As I'm sure you realized, this is written from the perspective of Vince McMahon in the present day. He’s lost so much of his viewer ship over the years that I feel it consumes him on the inside, even if he doesn’t show it, to be as successful as he was in the past. If you didn’t already figure it out, Nielson is referring to the Nielson ratings, representing all of his fans that he lost. Nielson is taking the place of "Lenore". But with the recent news that Vince McMahon left Raw to be with his daughter Stephanie when she gave birth to his grand daughter, it made me realize something: maybe Vince isn’t the evil son of a bitch that everyone thinks he is, and truly does have a heart. I mean, it’s a side to Vince we don’t usually get to see. I personally think Vince is a good guy, but a lot of other people don’t. I don’t necessarily agree with the message at the end of the poem, but I think it made for a pretty good read.

Once again, if you have any feedback for this column you may send it to david12345575@yahoo.com Remember, I promise to respond to everyone who sends me feedback.









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