Puppet tears

A puppet has to know and trust
His master very well
Kept inside some drab old box
Brought out infact to tell
The world at large
Hiz masters thoughts
His aims infact his call
A puppet is a lump of wood
Shaped like a boy thats all
Genetics its the new disease
Advanced arrogance
Cut your strings and fly dear boy
Why you have the chance.

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