Between the Covers-Anonymous Haters

by Torch

We all have people that piss us off in this world, and apparently, I am one of them. I started receiving strange phone calls from blocked numbers. I answered only twice, and was hit with a barrage of profanity about what a horrible person I am. They filled up my voice mail, and I called the cops, the feds, and the FCC. Nobody cared, but the police did take a report. I called my phone carrier and blocked the g-mail blocking numbers they were using.

I got one nice call from a kid in California who told me what was going on. Someone put my name and phone number up on a hate website. The anonymous website was full of the most vile things I wish I could un-see. People were posting naked photos of ex-loves, racist rantings, and posts about people who have done somebody wrong, with a call to invite other crazy idiots to destroy said person.

The random calls have continued for few months now. Some total boneheads have actually texted me, which I forward on to the police department, and I let them know that I have forwarded them on to cops. Those stopped, so someone must have spilled that on the website about texting with your personal phone number.

Now there are two things I think about when it comes to this: First, who is the pathetic loser who would be such a coward to entice strangers to torment someone they don’t even know? And second, what kind of person gets a thrill out of harassing complete strangers? It is that “idiot mob mentality.”

I became consumed with trying to figure out who it was; they mentioned some specific things about me–information that is about three years old. Then one morning on my way to work, I got the wake up call of conscience as a human being. I wrote this song about that experience, and it changed my focus in a flash as to the things that are important, and about being thankful.

I’m late, I’m late, I’m late

by Torch

9/7/2012

Driving along,

Coffee’s all gone

I’m late, I’m late, I’m late

Get out of the way

You’re so slow today

I’m late, I’m late, I’m late

Get out of my head you haters

Get out of my life,

Leave me alone

You hide behind

Anonymous letters

Strangers calling me names

on my cell phone

Get out of my life you haters

You should know

the police are informed

Too chicken to come and face me

So bold with your words

To Someone

you don’t even know

Driving along,

Coffee’s all gone

I’m late, I’m late, I’m late

Get out of the way

you’re so slow today

I’m late, I’m late I’m late

At the corner I wait for a

Homeless man

To pull his cart

with just one hand

He’s slow with his shuffle

A strange little dance

Other hand holding up his pants

Shame I felt for the thoughts in my head

I pulled over and gave him my belt

he said Thank you,

he gave me a smile

and quickly put on the leather line

He stood a little taller

pushed his cart with two hands

I felt even smaller,

the help was little you see

But my heart let go

of what was angering me

I am driving along

Coffee’s all gone

I take the last mile

Slow with a smile

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