Good Puppet, The by Tim J BonoPut me on throw me off
Come down here let you give me what you want to hear
I'm a puppet. You are in. Society's taken me for all I could have been.
Like a ventriloquist, you gave me words. I obliged, the good puppet should
We played masterfully you and I
it was art the way I've died
It's a fine game without the dice. but always the same ...every time.
I grow weary. this reigns my life I can't go on with you inside
The hand of control, runs through my blood, up my ass, exhaled through my lungs.
Your impressions, precede my directions, and I beg for life in this jugular connection
somehow the crux of these intentions line the boundaries of your discretion in me
I want to be a real boy.
With your fingers along my spine, I concede. my choices denied, dictated deceased.
You bend my mind. your crime, my time. You command my creed and my eyes and my lines.
[Even these cherished words, have been conceivably contrived by the likes of you]
Your nails are in my heart and they push-up prompt me to start this solliquy
In the crevesce of your grip my captured voice pours out thick mellodies.
If I lost this hand I'd be unable to stand,
so i'd fly away and never look back
08/27/2002 Posted on 08/27/2002 Copyright © 2024 Tim J Bono
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