Puppet Master
Am I the puppet?
being controlled and thrown around like a simple little rag doll
you the master no longer caring about you once prized pession
you pull my string and push my buttons
you control me as if i'm a puppet
as if i'm your puppet but im not im human like you
you don’t act like it though
you act as if you hate me but for what
for not being as easily controlled as you have wished
well that makes me happy
that makes me glad
knowing i can push your buttons
just as much as you pull my string
so you may be the puppet master
but this puppet has new strings harder strings
tougher strings
strrings to were if you want to control them you have to work
you have to pull cause if you dont you will be a puppet master with no puppet
and a puppet master with no puppet
is just as useless as that penny at the bottom of a cupholder
never to been seen
never to used
unless you work for it
you have work for your fame
don’t try to control it through a puppet
cause sooner or later your puppet’s string will break
and you will lose everything the fame and the puppet
you need to love your puppet
you need to hug your puppet
if you did the puppet might not need a master
the puppet wont need any strings
cause the puppet will recipicate what you give.
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