- Feb 28, 2009
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Some people have not an original thought of their own
They can only speak what another will script or condone
They’re nothing more
Than mouthpieces for some other shallow identity
Manipulated and rigged by an obscurely-powered entity.
Hand-puppets controlled by curtained, backstage rule
False-faces fashioned by masked ventriloquists
Throwing their voices through a substituted, grinning fool.
Stringed marionettes dancing a jig to a silent, hidden tune
Aping machinations like a Sambo-ed buffoon
It sure it a sad, pathetic thing
That any man who proclaims to hold the title
Would allow himself to be used
To send a
Secret Agenda
The buried message
Of another’s dressage
Second-hand
Like a trained dog
Barking by command.
They can only speak what another will script or condone
They’re nothing more
Than mouthpieces for some other shallow identity
Manipulated and rigged by an obscurely-powered entity.
Hand-puppets controlled by curtained, backstage rule
False-faces fashioned by masked ventriloquists
Throwing their voices through a substituted, grinning fool.
Stringed marionettes dancing a jig to a silent, hidden tune
Aping machinations like a Sambo-ed buffoon
It sure it a sad, pathetic thing
That any man who proclaims to hold the title
Would allow himself to be used
To send a
Secret Agenda
The buried message
Of another’s dressage
Second-hand
Like a trained dog
Barking by command.