Stick People Dancing In the Rain
If I close my eyes I can see them quite plain,
those stick people dancing in the rain..
They twirl and they lift with movements so stiff,
never seeming to bend.
There's others around but their deaf to the sound,
captivated by the heat of their feet.
Just like puppet pundits, repetitious, redundant,
they dance on to their own silent beat..
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