Volt Puppet

Volt puppet 

How long is the chord that powers your limbs 

And how many hours were lost to your whims

While you danced and crackled and twisted midair

Strung up by lightning, with blades in your hair 

The steel chord is thrumming and spooling 

Taut with the lunacy of your own self fooling

What harm is a current to a thing with steel joints?

What’s the use of blood when you’re made of weak points?

Tethered  and sparking, powered by friction

Anchored to a dream of thriftbare fiction 

There’s no real thought cast toward the master

A game of puppets is down to who’s faster

While working for oil and hardware with toil

You’ve sweat and pissed acid into the soil 

Careening frames that splutter into flames 

Are always accounted in a marionette’s game