Trapped in routine
Cornered by a job
Deceived in a marriage
To an unfaithful slob
Ensnared by a mortgage
Or the car that you drive
Hooked on the food
That keeps you alive
The objects you own
Your objects of affection
Have you trapped in a life
That can’t hold your attention
The answer it seems
Is to let it all go
The job car and spouse
And all that you know
All the impedimenta
That business is selling
Objects to object to
Shackles so compelling
The idea of freedom
Puts me at ease
The reality of it
Is freedom comes in degrees
A weekend a vacation
Clocking out at end of the day
Until you retire
You exist for your pay
Pray for your health
When that time you meet
Or live abject freedom
In a cardboard house on the street
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March 9, 2016, The Daily Prompt: Object~<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/object/”>Object</a>
You can live in the cardboard next to me……We’ll pick a nice street. 🙂
I only need wifi… 😉
Abject? I’ve never heard of that. I thought it was a misspelling at first. Nice poem, though.
Thanks!
Excellent, brought a wry smile to my morning…
Thank you!
I choose some boundaries – starting with walls and a roof overhead. I like this poem. My kind of reading. Rhythym with a bounce.