Puppet Master

I don't want to be;

The puppet to which you master

With strings and the like.

 

Your strings control me completely,

Everything I do, say and think;

The puppet to which you master.

 

I am in your complete control.

I do not need to fend for myself;

For I am the puppet to which you master.

 

Please do not pull too hard,

At the string for my heart;

As you will loose my love;

The puppet to which you master.

The End

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