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Like a dolly on a string

Dance, puppet, dance

Make you walk and talk and sing

Dance, puppet, dance

Dancing, prancing, flouncing, flitting

Dance, puppet, dance

Make you do my evil bidding

Dance, puppet, dance

With evil words like blades of knives

Dance, puppet, dance

Create chaos, ruin lives

Dance, puppet, dance

Darkness falls and I have won

Dance, puppet, dance

Thanks to you, my work is done

Dance, puppet, dance

You helped turn my evil loose

Dance, puppet, dance

Now, for you I have no use

Dance, puppet, dance

Twist the strings around your throat

Dance, puppet, dance

To the afterworld you float

Dance, puppet, dance

You now pay for all my sins

Dance, puppet, dance

For the puppet master always wins.

Dance.

Puppet.

DANCE.



©10/10/2007 by Kerri Lynn Costa

You parade in,



Giggling over your own wit,



With your designer logo imprints,



Your Tiffany jewelry, and private school uniforms,



Reveling in the greatness



Found in your collective mind.



Self-importance in over-abundance



Sitting at a high-topped table,



Sipping your designer coffee drinks,



You look down upon me



As if I am somehow beneath you



Because I made the sandwich



Your precious leader loudly announces



She made herself purge in the bathroom,



Smugly enjoying the reactions of those around her--



An affliction which has made my life a living hell for more years than you've even existed



To you just a cool, new trend, your latest fad.



You laugh at the "freak next door"



Tell everyone how you saw cuts on her arm



Though she tried so desperately to hide them.



"What a loser!"



"She's such a freak!"



Did you ever stop to wonder --



When she drags that razor 'cross her skin



Could it be



Your cutting words she hears?



Your disdainful looks she sees?



Daddy's little princesses



Judging everybody,



Judging everything.



Put yourself up on pedestals, did you?



How's the view from up so high?



Or can you even see



With your nose so far in the air?



Careful up there



In your Jimmy Choos and Pradas,



You may just slip



And fall from grace



Landing in a heap



Between the "freak next door"



And the lowly sandwich maker.



You'll look around to find your precious princess clan...



Wait.



Where did they go?



Suddenly, you're all alone.







((Welcome to the Real World.))







© 2008 Kerri Lynn Costa