Puppets

See the strings over there?

They make us dance

And jump here and there

Or fight with a lance.

Master is proud

He makes more like me

We clap out loud

As he collects every penny.

Pinochio, Pinochio

Had a run of luck

Master is no Gapetto

We sleep among muck.

Puppets that we are, we do

Puppets that we entertain

Master is a puppet too

In a world full of pain.
-Yogya

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