Prose

Puppeteer

written by: T.W.N.D

Rip my throat out and I'll sing my best.
Like a jester always on my toes.
Pushed to please.
Laughed at for your entertainment.
Every day adding new tricks,
Just to keep you satisfied.
I'm the jester you always wanted.
Your royal highness oh look at that.
Balancing on my face as your face frowns,
Disappointed.
Pulling string and kissing fools.
Nothing makes you happy anymore.
Your just as you used to be.
Controling and manipulative.
But just listen to this,
Maybe instead of the great fucking queen,
You should be a damn puppeteer.
Then you could truly control me.