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'04 The Puppet
Folder:
2004 Here we go
Lifted up again from the dusty shelf
My left string is longer than my right
I never seem to grow
One of my legs is a little warped
Can not control my own self
Arms and legs flying without a sense of thought
body all chipped...
My arms, they are 'tearing' off
Why did you rip my legs off?
where am I going...
what do you mean useless junk? !
Pluck!
Hey, those are my strings!
...
the only things that kept me together,
Finally...
I am...broken
© David Joel Rodriguez
This one has a strange but true meaning in my opinion.