Ode to a Czar

This is a poem that my boss, Aaron Pogue, just wrote for/to/at me. I'm the czar in question since I'm the Consortium's Czar of Marketing. Also, this was written with the aid of Mexican alcohol. Be ye warned.

PS: He's super proud of the fact that this is a "textbook Elizabethan sonnet." Take that, culture.

PPS: He wrote this in 19 minutes flat. Double take that, culture.

We want to see our artists paid. We do!

But we cannot accept the claims of some

That answering our fans with threats to sue

Is truly the best way to get it done.

And that's what copyright is, at its heart.

It's nothing but the threat of brutal law.

It's stupid and it's dangerous to Art.

Its obsolescence liberates us all.

But isn't it a necessary sin?

The lesser of two wrongs, to make it right?

Perhaps it was. Perhaps. But we begin

To see new hope against the artist's plight.

The internet has changed the marketplace,

And patronage puts forth a brave new face.