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 a 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.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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