Marionettled

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Look at all them bouncin’ bout –
Jingle Jingle janglejing!
A bunch o silly-lookin’ dolls
Strangled up in knotted strings.
They love those strings of theirs, them dolls,
And try to hold the nylon dear;
But don’t they know it’s all just thread
That hoists them high by heavy rears?

Jangle-krinkle, tinklewink –
They try to kiss the skinning threads
That jerk them, shirk them, yank their heads,
And still with them they’d make their beds
Because it’s wood throughout their heads.
What a pointless, thoughtless lot
That lets their strings jerk where they ought –
But if they sense, they’d certainly not,
Were they aware the Puppeteer’s plot.

The Puppeteer, he ain’t a man
But a autonomy o’ beliefs
Latched to puppets by their strings
(And them to him by griefs)
Made of wounded misconceptions
And thoughts they hope are real –
They jumble up the other puppets
And choke them out with zeal.
The Marionettes keep on a-yankin’
The Puppeteer around,
Though they’ve become so entangled
Up can’t be told from down.

Jingly-tingly jinglejang –
They ring for audience.
But lookee here! Silly we!
The strings have made the dolls immobile;
Their heads hold the only dance.

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