Your strings are tangled, darling,

where are you going,

may I ask? Spinning

in circles will get you

nowhere, might I

add.

 

Dizzy, yet? I feel

sick just examining

your countenance

visually as you spend

your life spinning

endlessly. Endlessly

spinning. Why?

 

A ragdoll, you move

left and right like

a hand would jerk

in an amateur

fashion. A pro

would make it

look almost

real – you’d

forget you

were ever

just watching

a show.

 

They hold the slender

stick that keeps your

string attached. They

are in charge – didn’t

you know, darling?

 

The ones

in charge

motivate

but also

discourage.

It is their

choice,

you see.

 

We are merely chess pieces,

waiting for our next move.

 

Puppet to L17.

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