The Puppet King
Hail! King of Straw
Servant of another
Don’t wish me good luck
Please don’t bother
Covered up in blankets
Due to flu
From the colonial fever
Timid little bastard
Lilly liver
Still entangled in the master’s strings
And commanded by the whims
Which his dictation brings
After rebellion
And finally emancipation
The puppet is yet to take his first steps
He falls like an infant
From right to left
No sooner
No faster
Fell on his face
And burst into laughter
As he could not meet up with the master’s pace
Looks around again
Searching for his master
He says
Now I am independent
But it keeps getting harder and harder
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