Geppetto: The puppet master

Oh poor Geppetto what ever happened to thee

locked in your mind without the right key

Longing for a crust of bread and a glass of wine

Now you're a square without a straight line

When I saw what you did I hoped you would choke

You replaced all you loved for a hunk of oak

So devilish and conniving just like a shrew

Yet you know not what it made you do

The money twas to get out of your rut

You decided to spent it on smut

you acted like a sheep covered in haze

But you knew of your hedonistic ways

I do not know whether twas love or greed

But that wooden boy will never replace your only seed

I do not wish vengeance for his stolen time

As you're now paying for all your crime

You yelled,”it was that boy not me”

For this reason you'll never be free