In the heart of Minnesota, Stands a company named MyPillow. Mike Lindell the owner, with visions grand and tall. Now in a pinch, his back against the wall.

Evicted from Shakopee, for rent unpaid it’s true. $200K in the hole, what’s a mogul to do?

An empire once bright, Now woes widespread.
Suits in billions, may not last the night. Funds and Fox friends fled.
Lindell boldly proclaims, “I am far from dead!”

Four months payments skipped. A landlord’s biggest fear. First Industrial’s sayin, “Pay up! You can’t stay here.”

Lindell - a Trump supporter, with claims that stirred the pot, finds his empire crumbling, from battles that he fought.

Defamation’s hefty price, in billions it does sum. With Dominion and Smartmatic sayin, “You can’t just spray and run.”

Once a lawyer’s dream, now they are skipping. One was heard to say “Lindell cannot pay, It’s time to be getting.”

Fox cut commercials- a payment feud to blame. Then sales plummeted, adding to that flame.

With $10K to his name, and a truck left to his claim Lindell braves a storm, amidst wind and rain.

Auctioning his equipment- from forklifts to a chair. And subleasing an apartment, in hopes to clear the air.

A direct-to-consumer transition, he hopes will pave the way. For MyPillow’s resurgence, to see a brighter day.

But in this tale of ambition, where dreams fly to dust. It’s a reminder of the edge, between a boom and bust.

For Lindell and MyPillow, the future’s yet unwritten. In the land of 10,000 lakes, he was only bitten.

We (you and me) Will rue the day! When we refused to listen.