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

and take back
all control of me.

The Marionette to the Puppeteer © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: December 17, 2020