90% Greed

Yes
i cried last night.
        You ask me why?
        why?
                why did i cry
        last night of all nights?
        last night began as one of the 
        most peaceful times of my life.
        i just sat
                and sat
                and sat
                        and thought
        about myself and thought and thought
and thought     and then i cried.
        Cried
                because i don't own myself.
                i don't own my time
                and there is nothing i can do about it.
                a good percentage of me belongs to
the gov't.
        the good ole U.S. gov't.
        Another percentage, the society owns.
        my ma and pa own a couple of shares,
        and if i allowed
                God too would have
                  a stake in me.
                  Yeah, right through the heart.
        How much do i own you ask?
        Maybe,
        Maybe that is if one stretches the imagination
        10%  if lucky  10%
  That's a  lot of my time,
                of my life for me
        to own -- exclusively.
        After all, they
                (the U.S. gov't and the society,
and ma and pa) might not have allowed 
        me to own any of myself.
        But they graciously have been generous
        in allowing me 10% of my life.
        i should be grateful,
        Very grateful,
        that they allowed me
        10% of my life.          
        But why?
            why?
        why
          can't i
          be grateful
          for living 10%?
        i don't know.
        it just must be greed on my part.