Puppets
People who have no backbone like jellyfish.
Unsurpassed, adapting to various environments like chameleons.
People of this caliber come more than one in a million.
Prancing and dancing graciously to the very, very, every, every
Every beat and singing to every command of the puppet master.
The popping and chopping of their wooden frame puts shame,
Shame, shame, shame, and blame, to their much unknown name.
wrote in college @ ULM
Summer 2004
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