The Puppet and the Puppeteer
The Puppet and the Puppeteer
By: Adam M. Snow
By my strings you control me,
by your hands I dance.
I have no life of my own,
I am lost in trance.
You sway me left,
you sway me right.
You carved me of oak;
you paint me white.
Your voice is mine,
I don't speak.
The children laugh
when I shriek.
You are my maker,
I am your toy.
I do whatever you want,
it is your joy.
Use me for enjoyments,
I splinter each day.
I have no feelings,
I'm rotting away.
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