We Can Not Divorce From It If We Wanted Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A control of finances come.
Do not worry about pinching a thing.
It has either already begun losing weight...
Or has become a value now weightless.
Full of promise with a look of security.
Like a lost wallet,
Few care its even missing.
Nothing was in it.
The creditors knew that.
Maybe a worthless ten dollar bill.
Sat.
Knowing that it had power 'in-the-day'...
Not that long ago.
To get something wanted by just laying it away.
Using ten dollars and a payment arrangement.
Those days have faded.
To be replaced by a degrading lifestyle.
An intentional helplessness is being enforced.
And we can not divorce from it if we wanted.