They pluck your strings so expertly.
They wind you up like toys.
Until these grown adults become
Unruly girls and boys.
Their inflammatory language
Manipulates your fears.
Must you stay a mindless puppet
Or can you keep your reason clear?
Leave a comment | tags: mindless puppet, mindless puppet poem | posted in Poetry, Rhymed Verse
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