strings and scissors

Thrown to dispose, A puppet collapsed to the ground. Eyes rolled back and limbs askewed, Dust settled on the silly clown. Thoughts of love and everlasting affection, Pervaded the puppet choking in sand, Silent tears wetted its wooden mask, Drowning in self pity and sad. All in hopes of sympathy in ounces, All for the puppeteer to see, But the puppeteer had other ideas, Clunking in the briefcase of his. Thrown to dispose, The puppet in me.

#Personalblog #2010

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