A poem hailed as The Puppet

Dance for the puppetmaster Obe, Your eyes carved of wood so that you will never see.

The dances you do, the hoops you jump through.

She made you belive you had a heart, but your a puppet. Its only a wooden part.

She carved you out a smile, but then she stopped, and thought a while.

“This puppet isnt right, surely I can make a better one tonight.”

End the end she decided you werent worth her while, so she tossed you out onto the garbage pile.

“He’s not worth it, after all, he’s only a puppet”

Answer #1

I love the symbolism…well done.

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