Paging AC - a Rhyming Call on the Page-View Fall

I love to write and post my stuff;
It seems I cannot get enough.
I love to dream and rhyme and bluff,
Most often when my days get rough.

Here at AC, I have a chance,
If not for serious finance,
To spin my own poetic dance
And maybe take an issue stance.

My motivation reached its peak.
I tapped out listings like a freak.
Until that mid-October week,
When something turned my tone to bleak.

My published content was online,
And comments said that it was fine;
The web-links drew views by design,
And I was toasting life with wine.

For I had loaded page on page,
And reached a brand-new high clout stage,
Till something put me in a rage:
AC reset the page-count gauge!

A thousand readers bit the dust,
As AC shook its writers' trust.
We sat and watched, in deep disgust,
And counted this downturn unjust.

My disposition took a crash,
As CM leaders set to slash,
And caused my totals, in a flash,
To disappear and take my cash.

"What's up?" I hollered to my screen.
"What could these crashing totals mean?"
No e-mail note to set the scene.
What is this, early Halloween?

This nasty trick has stilled my sails,
And folks for miles can hear my wails.
I'll spare you the obscene details,
But I have bitten down my nails.

So now I'm waiting for the count,
My creativity to mount.
For with the new AC discount,
I have a hungry bank account.