Puppetry

Oh I beg of you, sir, don’t cast a shadowed soul across my path
Need not you to be cruel, I have been indeed most loyal
Not leaving your side, only bringing you my up-most benefit
From my wooden limbs and sumptuous looks
Take heed, my wishes…
Why be so callous, it is agony when you jerk and wrench my dainty threads
Make me sit, walk, talk, call, cry, stand, eat, sleep in the pleasures you desire…
Take heed my wishes, sir, ignore my flawless facade
and look into my deep, splintered and dented, wooden heart.
Understand my rights and make thou let go of the tightly grasped
strings…