POEM: Dis Possessed

When beings value possessions more than other beings, I call that “being possessed.”

Dis Possessed

What possessed you
Too care
For paupers
Subjected to feudal enterprises
Sow indebted to us
As Jōb creators
Soully dependent
On that invisible hand
Of the free
Mark it
As bought ensouled
And profits be dammed
As that grave property own us
Given to spawn
Wile others
Are ground
Into what thou dust
And still
Wee holed fast
Too indignant attitudes
Untoward the indigent
As naught he
Awe the wile preaching
To acquire
Personal response ability
Mirrorly something for others
Living on a song
What a fiend
We have
In Jesus
Nothing to get
Cross over
Won cant deny it
At lease three times bettor
To hang
Onto hour bounty
Peaces of silver
What ever possesses

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