Puppets on strings
Dangling, jangling, strangling…
Every drop of sunshine, every note of music, every dance of love
As people laugh with joy, the puppet marvels at their stupidity
Do they not see?
Do they not feel?
Do they not know?
The helplessness of being the effervescent pawn,
The jester, the joker, the chameleon, the clown…
The agony of happy faces, of cackles and painted laughter
The abject misery of manufactured beauty
The illusions of “life” created, reiterated and dissipated by lifeless holograms
Are they blind?
Are they deaf?
Are they dumb?
To ignore manufactured mirth,
To wallow in hapless joy
To be taken in,
by a toy….
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