Jul 5, 2020
A vague poem based off a story told unto me..
His teeth gleam in the low light
Somehow this puppet still has fight
And has been trying all night
To find answers out of spite
His patience is running especially thin
Yet all he does is grin
Knowing fully well
That this will be a win-win
The puppet begs and cries
Now able to see his slander and lies
I have no master! they shout
Still unsure what this is about
This has gone on far too long
And that fight he will snuff
With a swift and thought out strike it's over
And he has had enough
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Anti grins. “Very wonderful, puppet. You’ve got a way with words.”
