Strings

Why this gift thou hast bestowed

upon me for no grounds at all?

Could this be luck or chance or fate?

Might it be share or due backpay?

Could this be just my lucky day

that thou hast given me this way?

I know not why this present be

this one that thou hast given me

But yet once more on close inspect

I become sure and circumspect

For I see strings that be below

this charming gift thou hast bestowed

The labels on these dangling chords

consist of dues and debt and owe

They meant to chain me to thyself

in wretched pain on mindless shelf

And bind me to thy wretched trap

to make me thus be thy doormat

Where I shall not escape at all

but be thy slave until the pall

And thus shall I thy gift refuse

I care not for it's valued use

Take back thy gift I do not care

for capture that thy gifts do bear