Puppet House

On the strings U dance to the music,

Scared of the man programming the watch,

Exiting the room U seek the glow,

The real attention U piece the part,

Facing the left as it is to the right,

Kindling the unwelcomed living might,

He is out there somewhere for me U say,

Uninvited by the family that preys,

A puppet on a string entertaining the stage,

Mentally breaking down the eras made,

The catcher admits that this is fast pitch,

Only U don’t know how the circumstances switch,

Across the platform are rickety fingers,

Addressing the mellow of stars that linger,

U don’t realize the fear of my program,

Honest I know U don’t give a dam.