Puppet maker, puppet master
pull the strings to watch it move
desire is a wraith waiting to stall
pompous bands writhe upon the soapy seas
grande entrances blocked with fleas
top the spot
ease in to the fluid groove
slide down
ride to the luminous holdings whereupon
sits the cluster of holdings.
bang the trumpet, ring the drum, beat beat beat
smack raster mackel- spoomerd
rattle the cage, or the spoon in my coffee.
don't eat the brussel mouths, fore they hunger as well
drink from my cup, you might get socked. maybe shooed.
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