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Hi, my name is Antonia
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 | POEM - The Puppet And Her Puppeteer |
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 4.86 with 7 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-12-02 16:28:12 |
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She’s a puppet on a string
Controlled
Manipulated
Influenced
She has no mind of her own
You tell her to dance
She will dance
You tell her to sing
She will sing
You tell her to jump
She will jump
You tell her to die
And she will die
For you
Her all
Her love
Her beloved puppeteer
Commanding her strings
Playing on her fears
The sadist and his masochist
She will bleed for you
Supplement your need for cruelty,
Your perfect little puppet
Obedient
Loyal,
Voiceless
She’s your toy
And willing to play
Your game
By your rules
And take your forfeit
When she looses
And she will
She will loose for you
Your perfect little puppet
Dead and broken,
Your perfect little puppet
Who’s nothing without you
And your perfect little puppet
Who’s nothing with you
Just a voiceless puppet, silently screaming. |
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