On the floor,
Begging it to stop.
Who knew freedom could be such a master.
Inslaved in their games,
On the puppet strings they manipulate you;
Cry, entertain.
Not a fucking puppet,
They don't seem to understand:
As a servant,
To a source of satisfaction,
A feeling to duplicate,
To an extension of imitation.
No matter what happens,
A decision isn't a choice.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryNoun (n) - A quality that includes the essential human virtues; compassion and humanity.
