Last night I was approached by a melancholy apparition
Who pushed towards me what looked like a very worn and wrinkled petition.
I looked at the delicate document that had several times been signed, sealed, and dated
And this is exactly what the paper stated:

From this day forth I implore no more;
No longer will I beg and chase or be their whore.

I stopped reading for a moment and looked into the ghostly eyes
Contemplating if what I was attempting to read was replete with lies.
It looked intently back at me as if a reflection,
So I decided to peruse each and every section:

No more begging, pleading, or chasing for me, I read aloud,
Only in repenting for my sins will any of those things be allowed.
No more importuning mere man for things they can’t whole-heartedly grant;
I disown forthwith the life of a mendicant.
In every capacity I have served only as a pauper but the time has now expired.
The drudgeries of this world have left me lonely, empty, and so very tired.
And now, I don’t really even care.
All the chasing and begging for love, money, the so-called necessities of life have gotten me absolutely no where.
Even when I received, there was still never enough
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, tsk, what a Goddamned bluff!
No more corporate, stinky, moldy government cheese;
No more striving after the ridiculously coveted A’s and B’s;
No more pleas for acceptance in this exclusive society,

In fear, I crumpled up the fragile mess and demanded, “Who are you and don’t lie to me?”
The figure chuckled on in an unsettling snicker while I begged for this all to end,
Laughing to itself, “I cannot believe that this is happening once again.

Look, you spoke my name, ‘Freedom, freedom!’ Now do you recall?”
“This is what you look like,” I questioned. I was shocked, afraid, and appalled.
Suddenly the crumpled ball was snatched from my hand
The transparency snidely replied, “This is the way of most you humans. Believe me, I do understand.
So you continue on your way and keep consistently at your quest
I almost forgot that you’re an American, right, and you, you deserve only the best.”

And as quickly as it had appeared it was gone just that fast,
For freedom cannot coexist with fear, and so continues the chase of another foolish ass.

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