Rhythmic is the slowing down, <br />Of a once vibrant existence. <br />Limits placed upon an isolated consciousness... <br />Is set for all to witness a diminished outlook, <br />That comes. <br /> <br />This process has been progressing, <br />As a quality of life digresses... <br />In disrespecting acceptance. <br /> <br />They have been pimped. <br />Used as unchanged doormats. <br />Hoping if they kept lips tucked shut... <br />They would be bestowed and blessed, <br />With materialistic wishes for the rest of their lives. <br /> <br />They believed lies even delivered from their priests. <br />They had to keep and maintain a 'presence'. <br />Wishing never to ever see themselves as peasants. <br />And using every trick to pull to thrive on ignorance. <br />On bended knees they plead, <br />For a restoration of a gluttonous quality of life to return. <br /> <br />And finally they have received their wish! <br />An existence completed by greed that leaves them, <br />With backs burdened with stacked unhappiness. <br />Stunned by the stinging. <br />And pawns of a perfected deceit. <br />To get all of them to believe... <br />If they were in debt, <br />At least they would feel more patriotic. <br /> <br />Products of a medicated psychoticness. <br />And disposable with each available excuse made... <br />To have them disregard their investments, <br />Placed upon a valued sense of what and who they are. <br />Or were... <br />At this point! <br />And the vanishing need to keep feeding the marketing of fear. <br />A commodity used to fill the pockets of their abusers. <br /> <br />'Whew... <br />I'm glad you're done. <br />All you had to say was 'addictions enslave'.' <br /> <br />Yeah... <br />But 'where' is the flair in that? <br />There is no subjugation that devours its victims!<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/addictions-enslave/
