The Marionette to the Puppeteer
You tug my wires.
I don't budge.
You loom above me,
fuss and nudge.
You straighten me,
but I can't stay.
I slump and tumble,
don't obey.
You think,
"Defective. Needs repair,"
then situate me
in a chair.
I cannot wait
to see your eyes
when finally
I will arise
and demonstrate
autonomy
and take back
all control of me.
The Marionette to the Puppeteer © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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60 words. Marionette challenge prompt - link:
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Submitted: December 17, 2020