Poem: Broken Puppet

Poem: Broken Puppet

Broken Puppet

Broken and naked
Laying on the carpet
All colors are faded
Just a foolish puppet

The strings are all gone
But what does it matter
The play was long done
The prize on the platter

The doll is now empty
No need to fall lower
No need for'a new entry
Since this - your 'game over'.

By Bodkhisattva

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Comments (1)

  1. bodkhisattva

    Yeah... That happens sometimes.

    March 07, 2013