Puppets
Addiction was her puppeteer
It pulled her every string
Drugs became the master of her fears
Depression was all it would bring
Some become puppets of greed
Pimping out their very souls
More, and more, and more they need
Satisfaction is never their goal
Envy is also a puppet master
Making us want what others possess
Pulling the strings of jealousy faster
And leaving us a sorry mess
Perhaps we, are just puppets of love
As our strings are pulled from above
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Screwed in the "Puppets" Contest
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2014
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