The Manipulator
Dance, dance
Mister ordinary
If you won’t
I shall junk you
Sing, sing,
Mister ordinary
If you won’t
I shall leave you
Obey, obey
Mister ordinary
Listen to me
And follow what I say
I will trample you
I will tread upon you
You will do what
I want you to do
I may even humiliate
And tamper you
Because you allow
It to be so.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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