To the Master of Puppets

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this for all those out there stuck in a bad relationship. It'll get better, baby :)

Submitted: December 21, 2011

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Submitted: December 21, 2011

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So,

Lately, I’ve been feelin’ like a

Puppet.

I’m all strung out.

My chest is turning hollow-

KNOCK ON WOOD!

Master, move your fingers-

My limbs will follow.

 

First I’m feelin’ like a finger puppet-

Some cute, stupid little thing

You get as a favor from a party.

Put it on

Like a ring.

You’re entertained for a few seconds, then,

You lose interest and leave it on some random place in the basement

 

Then I’m feelin’ like Pinocchio-

Just trying my whole life to please you, Gepetto.

I don’t ever feel like a real boy.

My wooden body splinters itself;

My nose must be a mile long from all the lies I feed myself,

“I’ll be okay.”

 

Master, right now I’m feelin’ like a hand puppet.

Cheap felt shields empty insides.

Master, put it up my ass,

` You control me.

No class.

Hand puppet.

 

I’m one (Yes, one!  Ah ah ah!) sad slave

That works to please a loveless

Puppet Master.

Sometimes I wish I could just

Burn this body.

If I could just cut those strings that

Tie me to you,

Master.

 

So I’m waiting, you Grouch,

For my wooden body to rot,

So you can throw me away in the trash.

 

Because, Master,

What use is there

For a ruined

Puppet?


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