You have strung me up, puppet master
From your fingers this plaything clings
I’ll do the giddy tap dance numbers
As you tug on my dainty heartstrings
Suspended on a pretty stage
With a grin painted permanent
Chocolate locks cast in ringlets
A shiny wooden marionette
Watch her curtsy up and down
What a graceful little doll
In her cute glittering costumes
Ruffled shirts, skirts and all
I’m at your service, puppet master
Twist me, bend me, shake me
I’ll be your silly little toy
And smile as you break me
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Puppet Master
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