The Puppet (2004) Poem by David Joel Rodriguez

Here we go
Lifted up again from the dusty shelf
My left string is longer than my right
I never seem to grow
One of my legs is a little warped
Can not control my own self
Arms and legs flying without a sense of thought
body all chipped...

My arms, they are 'tearing' off
Why did you rip my legs off?
where am I going...
what do you mean useless junk? !

Pluck!

Hey, those are my strings!
...
the only things that kept me together,

Finally...

I am...broken