see the puppet in black and green clothes
dancing on the stage in front of all he goes
....how happy he looks with that painted smile
....i wonder how he really feels all the while
he sees nothing with his bright blue glass eye
hearing nothing through his hard plastic ears
....dancing, he has no need to wonder how or why
....he's just a puppet, with no doubts or fears
see the crowd surging to grab the strings
each one wants the power and control it brings
....he dances and they laugh
....as he does what they ask
spinning and jumping, the strings wear thin
the crowd gives him more than he can take
....the invisible threads snap within
he falls, and his smiling porcelain head breaks.
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