My dear child, did your mother never tell you?
NOTHING in this world is ever free
It was there, hidden all along in plain sight
Now you've gone and put yourself at their mercy for the remainder of your life
I sat down with their nefariously clever instrument of slavery
I was lured by a return- unknowing of the severe capital required
"Sign after you've fully Read the Terms and Conditions," they told me
I skimmed the words and letters and paragraphs
But ultimately, rolled my eyes, scrolled down, and signed after clicking "agree."
Who said words can never hurt you?
I'd like to sit down and have a few with them
Words can coil and twist themselves into sentences
which then create complex and complicated paragraphs,
misdirecting, misleading, confusing, and dilberately trying to make you lose interest in reading, deciphering, understanding them
So you assume their writers have your best interests in mind
and you skip the rest and sign
But then you look up
and see those words slide into the final knot of the noose
coiled ever so tightly around your neck
You struggle and claw and tear in frantic terror at the padlocked lariat
Praying they dont drop the suddenly visible trapdoor under your seat
But your hands only become raw, bloody masses of flesh
That now hang limply by your sides in defeat
You are so confused and hurt and scared
Your eyes scour theirs, beseeching mercy, clarification, explanation!
They sneer and shake their head with vicious, mocking, slicing laughter
You search your mind,
then understand; incredulous exhalation!
You see you did this to yourself;
You signed that forsaken legislation!
You just didn't understand the implications!
It was there all along, hidden in plain sight
In that obscure paragraph right in the middle
The clause that signed your freedom away forever
The phrase where you effectively sold your own words: your very life
They did their part; they told you to read
So tell me now, how is it their fault
if their sound advice you did not heed?