Wood Puppets
Hollywood could be their favorite kind of lumber
Puppets come from the pine forest cut and dry
In a mahogany box polished and refined
Labeled and shipped out to other countries
With big warnings not to smoke on the side
Puppets don't smoke
They are not alive
But smoking is bad
We understand
Under certain circumstances
The next best thing to being alive
Is a painted smile and beady eyes
Never ask questions of dead wood
It is obvious they can't answer
They are not just another log from the forest
Some stump stuffed in a box for something
Avoid whittling in front of puppets
Talking fire or smoke is impolite
Mentioning matches in mixed company
Is considered treason in some circles of trees
Puppets will never take bribes
They are not that kind
They are not people
Not prone to compromise
Inanimate objects can't talk
Maybe they don't want to
It could be your cheap perfume
Or that carving tool in your pocket
I refuse to say anything
About a puppet on a string
That would be mean
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