The Fat Man and His Strings
he;s a leader
he,s a stealer
he,s fat from taking
what,s not his
he has puppets who do his
dirty work not caring who suffers
he holds his gut and secretly
calls them his faithful
he stole from the wrong one
now he,s roasting in the coals
and his puppets tried and tried
but no matter how hard they cry
the bell now rings
and on his strings they fly
Copyright © Sandra Byrd | Year Posted 2005
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