Puppet GodA Poem by AetherealAbout the Puppet Master and his ways.Puppet God
Puppet Master lure 'em in
with each wooden doll.
Move each limb, and painted chin.
Make 'em dance and craw.
Remind people of their kin.
Make 'em each recall
fond emotions once again
as your protocol.
They drop pennies in your bin.
Large sums grow from small.
Wood directs the fate of skin
as their tokens fall.
Puppet Tyrant hide your grin
as you count your haul.
Master crowds who walk herein.
Be the god of all.
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