Puppet Master

You kept me hanging on a string
pulling and tugging
I your puppet, you the puppeteer
but I played that part so well
no need to pull hard,
the naive Pinocchio.

Now the fun is all over,
your fascination waned
and the game is no longer one
you want to play
with such an old toy,
a new one waits in the wings

Tossed in the used box
how many more before me?
Now I waste away
left with the bitter taste of all
I performed for you,
no need for an encore.


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