My Old Poems (2011)

Puppet #12

I am a mime

In my prime

What you do

I will shrew

You have no clue

What I will do

You think you are so clever

But I know better

You are prone to chasten

Now is the time for you to listen

Because things could be worse 

You could be riding around in a hears

I'm tired of being a puppet and losing control

What is my role

This world no longer has morals

All it has is quarrels

I have no relief 

Just disbelief

I love pain 

So keep making it rain

Now is the time to rebel

This plan will not fail

Now is the time to start a riot

Don't be quiet

If you have eye's to see 

You know I want to break free

If you have ears to hear

Now is the time to fear

The devil inside of me

Wants to be free 

But I will never let it

I know it will never quit

He will try his best 

Because this is his quest

To seek and destroy you

This is very true

Because if he is to succeed 

Many will plead

Many will seek death

But can't find their final breath

Death will flee from us friend's

We will not find our end's

We will be in severe pain

Then the rain

Will do nothing but bring suffering

The Devil still there plundering

Waiting to see what he can do

What evil thing he can do to you

I'm tired of being a puppet and losing control

What is my role