Have you ever stopped to think,
Why there are far more puppets
than puppet masters?
Because nobody in their right mind wants a job
Where your coworker has a painted on face.
But that can't be the only reason,
Because puppets are still made,
And those little mouths are creepy.
The puppets become the masters,
The masters the puppets,
And I'm not allowed back at that craft store.
Who knew those little hands,
Could strangle a grown man,
And that throwing a sewing machine,
I didn't intend to pay for,
"Is illegal, so please don't come back."
(Hi, my name is Emily, here begins my random ramblings, and dislike of puppets/dolls. Thanks for reading)
❤️Emily
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11 P.M. Ramblings
PoetryPoetry that makes sense, and then doesn't. Whatever random thoughts come into my head, about life, things that irritate me, or puppets. So many puppets. If there's something you want to hear me ramble on about in poetry form, shoot me a DM and I'll...
