The Sale

Somewhere down in your guts you want to know that you're owned

You suspect there may be a God, so you test Him to see if you'll get a whack

When the lightening doesn't strike, the process of slavery begins, as you put your self on the market

So many bidders; so many potential masters

SOLD

Often more than once because it's a black market

Tricksters forge documents

Cases are made over your soul

"Ze's mine!"

"No, ner body's ours."

"We own ner mind!"

"I own ner heart!"

You feel like a child in the middle of divorce procedings

And you are