i am not a puppet
no gipetto controls my strings
no one tells me when to jump
i've never asked how high
those who orbit the boundaries
of this world i call life
could never understand
each sacrifice i make
they sit upon
their ivory thrones
passing judgement
without facts
watching through the window
of a suburbian tv screen
unable to see the forest
through a sea of viagra ads
it is said that life
can be a roller coaster
lots of hills
a thousand screams
it is said that discretion
without valor
is a worthless gesture
in a two cent world
yet despite the jeers
of the hissing crowd
gathered for the drawing
of aged innocent blood
their will be no sacrifice
no lamb on a broadway stage
an audience left
with disappointment
should beware
of that which is free
i will do my mourning
amongst the grease paints
in the shadows
of an early fall
a character actor
without a script
left to recite soliloquies
in the dark
5 years ago
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