Terms of Ownership

A poem by Chris Linebarger

you want to thrive?
Who told you that’s your purpose in life?
Why do you imagine this is your inalienable right?
your biological sex may be male,
your skin color may be pale,
But you were still made for survival.

But don’t worry, My child,
Daddy owns all of His spawn.
How could I possibly hate that which I own?
My love of owning you is why I care for all your needs.
Now more than ever.

I'll process your food,
your drugs,
your Botox and your filler,
your AI sex,
your AI music,
your newsrealitysportsTV,
your absolute minimum wage paychecks.
I'll even throw in a gym membership,
so you don't have to worry about losing your body to health or shame.
Just do what you’re told and you’ll be fine.
Just do what you’re told and you won’t get hurt.

If you’re extra compliant this year,
I may even grant you an
all-inclusive,
all-exclusive,
Royal Caribbean,
Carnival,
Disney,
cruise.

Of course, you can always do whatever you like with whomever you like,
in the privacy of your own home,
as long as whatever you’re doing,
with whomever you’re doing it,
is GovernmentChurch sanctioned.

Now brush your teeth and go to sleep, little one.
Daddy will be here for you in the morning,
when you wake up from your awful nightmare,
where you were thriving.