No freedom to live it,
Is without expense.
And becoming a slave to money,
Affording a welcoming of decadence...
Few can ignore,
'The gotta have it and now' seduction.
That kind of ongoing production produces,
Teasing temptations.
And addicting habits to start,
Demanding entitlements freedom offers to get.
Until no one can refuse,
Being hooked onto impressions to make.
Believing themselves incapable,
Not to do what they want when they please.
Although unconsciously made slaves,
To debts and maintaining good credit scores!
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