Boxed In And Toxic Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Boxed in and toxic.
Caged in derangements,
They seek as shelters.
Yet exploited and encourage,
To denounce themselves...
And what is left of their dignities.

Religiously addicted,
By tricks that have them fixed.
Some are even degreed.
But accept a fellowship...
That assist them quicker,
To solicit their own sickness.

And this they can't seem to 'get'.
Since they've been split from identities.
In worship they dream of an afterlife.
While hypnotically separated,
From the one they breathe.