STRINGS

Twist pull snap and turn me around a marionette on a string under your control. One pull is all it takes and i walk when you want me to walk i talk when you want me to talk 24/7 i'm under surveillance. But when you look away that is a taste of freedom for me to use to be free from your strings. I sit when you tell me to sit i stand when you say stand my wooden limbs move with ease as you move my strings. But lately you notice my limbs move not so smoothly as they once did i ignore your commands as much as i can. With much reluctance i sit and stand as you command. Soon you notice the breaking of the strings that no matter how hard you try to repair end up breaking the next minute. My face painted with a frown and sullen eyes are now starting to change a smirk taking on my frown my eyes opening more in a mischievous way of play. Now you sweat and stutter and your nerves begin to twist pull and snap and tangle as my strings once did. Now you're the puppet and i'm the master you realise with fear and dread and now you move when i tell you 2 you're held up by strings as i once was and now you can never return to your place as master for i now control you for now and forever.