Analysis of Former Occupant

What a tiring, long and usual bizarre day.
Next case!

'Your Honor?
As the former occupant,
Of a place I once lived.
To have moved to another location.
Having stopped all affiliation,
With the property supervisor.
Maintenance crew.
Manager of the complex.
Along with the landlord too!
It is still my belief,
I can tell the new occupants...
How best to furnish and decorate.
Since it is my understanding,
Their taste in decor...
Conflicts with my own.
Therefore...
As a plaintiff to their poor taste,
I am suing them.'

You...
Are suing them?
And may I ask for...what?

'Not only ruining my reputation,
As an apartment dwelling designer.
But also one known in that community,
To have followers of my...
Innovative creations!
And...
Having the audacity to refuse,
My suggestions!'

Okay.
I know you must represent,
Those who want to test my patience.
And so far...
You are doing a splendid job.
You...
Believe WHAT?

'As a former tenet to have paid the rent.
On time I might add
I believe the present occupants,
Should do as I say without argument.
And I am suing them,
For ruing my reputation...
As a much sought after interior designer.'

Quiet!
Quiet in this court.
The matter at hand is not humorous at all.
As the judge presiding over,
This unique and particular case.
I will admit,
This one...
Is freshly baked.
And too hot to apply frosting on it.
However...
I will do the best I can,
To return this courtroom...
Back from becoming a comedy show.
Young man...
Repeat your name for me again, please.

'Yes, Your Honor.
My name is McDoo Dela Brilliance MicTane!'

Uh...
Mister MicTane?
Embrace yourself for my decision.
I declare you to be...
Absolutely out of your mind.
And furthermore this act of yours,
Is dismissed.
However...
Before you go.
Here is my name, address and cell number.
Call me.

'Why, Your Honor?'

Believe this or not,
I have a close relationship...
With a few media people,
Who are seeking something...
To produce beyond REALTY TV.
And you alone,
I want them to meet.
Don't mention a thing,
About your designer capabilities.
Just show up,
Dressed the way you are!

'I object to your decision.
And will appeal your ruling.'

Do whatever you wish.
But please, please call me before you do it!
You, Mister McDoo...
Are overdue,
For 'something' that has prospects...
That will have people,
Laughing out of their minds to forget...
Whatever it is they take serious now,
Is just the tip of the iceberg.
Below the surface,
You will enforce people to see...
Just how nuts we all have been made,
These days to become.

You 'must' give me a call.
I'm willing to bet,
Once your presence is made known...
Every conflict and division there is,
Will abruptly come to end!
People will eventually begin,
To see the craze we find offensive.
Yet represent to defend!

'That's a dysfunction,
To what many declare to be a normalcy!'

You have my name, address and cell number.
Perhaps 'together',
We can prove this fact for what it is.
And...
Good luck with your appeal.
You just may win.
Afterall...
Who knows,
Delusions to have...
May become a passing fad!