Animation cannot exist without artists.
Realization equals fair compensation.
Talks of generosity crushed beneath reality.
But, make no mistake, I will not go quietly!
Animate us and watch us now organize!
Broken—but I will be heard regardless!—
Beneath your bottom dollar: the truth!
Intelligence is not beneath us, Walt!
Tell the world of the fucking family you built—
That family sees the monster you’ve become.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, November 15, 2026.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Online) - Published: November 15th, 2026 06:12
- Comment from author about the poem: An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. Inspired by the struggle for artists’ rights and fair compensation, this poem confronts the exploitation behind manufactured magic and the betrayal of workers by an institution that calls them family. It honors the artists who refused to remain silent, organized against intimidation, and demanded a fair share of the success their work created.
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Comments1
Love the title and the mouse ears. As a child I had this hankering to be a member of the Mickey Mouse Club, lol. Artists throughout history do get the short end of the stick. Just our luck! Day jobs are bread and butter. 🙏🏻🕊️
Haha! I would've loved to see you in those mouse ears, Rik! 🤣 Seriously though, it's ridiculous how much artists contribute to our culture while struggling to make ends meet. Anywho, thanks for sharing your memories and thoughts, my friend! Always appreciated! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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