PUPPET MASTER
A tug on a string, a quick step forward
A little twitch for performance mode
Reverse the motion two steps backward
Back in the box ‘til the next episode
Never needing a crystal ball
She always knows just where he is
He comes to life at her beck and call
Apparently the purpose of the life that’s his
Virtual captivity year after year
Never allows him to do his own thing
Applause doesn’t matter; he cannot hear
Numb, lifeless, he’s devoid of feeling
Having barely been made
He satisfied her whim
The ill effects not easy to fade
Puppet master now practically owns him
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