Looking back at the show
I feel foolish I didn't know
That we were the puppets in your puppetry show
The way you spoke
And said there were no strings attached
Made us oblivious
To what were stuck in our backs
How you glued our mouths closed
And spoke for the controlled
As if the Ventriloquist knew
The shape of our bones
Then you brought us to the stage
Directed the play
And promised
We would gain fame one day
I wish I knew
Without us
Your puppeteer show
Would've been left in the dust
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