The Puppet

She did as she was told

Dancing, prancing and leaping

Finishing with a flawless pirouette

Taking the first curtsy

Like a prima ballerina

Back straight

Receiving the applause

With perfect posture.


Returning to the studio

She pliés

And chassés

And deboulés

Until her legs give out

But the strings tighten;

She must persevere.


Groomed to perfection

Coached to precision

Little puppets do

As little puppets are told

She dances with grace

And curtsies with poise

Youthful and ageless

A plastic complexion

A glimmering façade

For the suffering within.

The End

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