Controlled
The puppet,
Bound to strings,
Tied to reality,
Forced to listen,
To sugar clad words,
Sickening sweet men,
Bare toothy grins,
Rotting the eyes of viewers,
And stripping tattered cloth,
Made from dignity,
Lies the spread,
Handshakes binding,
False words of promises,
The grand Emperor,
Flicks his golden wrists,
Conforming his prisoners,
To bid his own doing.
C.
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Impressions
PoetryThoughts, feelings, ideas, the important and the not. They say you express yourself through art, through paint on canvass or a strum of your guitar. Your entire being, your soul, poured out to create a single piece of artwork that gives others jus...
