Freed To Be Enslaved Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Freed to be enslaved.
But without chains or whips.
Just by a deepening credit,
With more debts...
Permitted.
And is enough to wish,
For...
That glad to be back 'home' feeling.
To thirst another purchase,
Regardless of those bouncing checks...
And the following of such remorse one gets.

Remember it?
When that first credit card came,
To make easy the tightening of bolts...
Slowly squeezing in the addicted need,
To have and to get...
Those 'things' to own to yet bring regrets.

What one buys to see get broken,
Seems to be a lost expense...
That makes no sense.
What one buys to see get broken,
Again?
Begins dim eyes to open and wide...
When what one buys,
Starts to no longer satisfy alibis to make.

And the hunger is for more.
A hunger not to end what is craved 'everyday'.
Coming to ignite sparks to start an appetite,
Increasing with each tease.
And...
Tormented with a kept yearning,
Of a want with a wish to dig consciously deeper...
In a hole,
Even further in debt to get.

Freed to be enslaved.
But without chains or whips.
Just by a deepening credit,
With more debts...
Permitted.
And is enough to wish,
For...
A life to live not to impress,
But kept..
Loved to live and with a lot less.

Freed to be enslaved.
But without chains or whips.
Is not a life blessed with a getting,
But a seduction that abuses!
Yet so few refuse the pain,
To maintain it felt for that next 'fix' to feed.

Freed to be enslaved.
But without chains or whips.
Is not a life blessed with a getting,
But a seduction kept abused!
Yet so few refuse the pain of it they get.,
To maintain it felt for that 'fix' to feed.

I am...
Freed to be enslaved.
And you...
Are freed to be enslaved.
Together,
You and me...
Enslaved until we reach the grave.

Freed to be enslaved.
With a wanting meant to yearn.
We are...
Freed to be enslaved.
With a wanting meant to crave,
Whatever is savored for the day...
We are,
Freed...
To be enslaved.
We are,
Freed...
And yet enslaved!