The Puppet And The Puppeteer Poem by Adam M Snow

The Puppet and the Puppeteer
By: Adam M. Snow

By my strings you control me,
By your hands I dance.
I have no life of my own;
I am lost in a trance.

You sway me left
You sway me right.
You carved me of oak;
You paint me white.

Your voice is mine,
I don't speak.
The children laugh
When I shriek.

You are my maker,
I am your toy.
I do whatever you want,
It is your joy.

Use me for enjoyments,
I splinter each day.
I have no feelings,
I'm rotting away.