Puppet
I wake up everyday, hoping it will be better than
the last.
Everyday, just the same.
Pulling my strings to get me going.
My master, a cruel man.
Yanking me around and round.
I'm a puppet.
An old torn useless,
Puppet.
Copyright © Johneta Ohler | Year Posted 2013
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