vincent armone

Rookie (1/24/70 / Brooklyn)

A Pawn, A Puppet, A Fool, A King - Poem by vincent armone

Strings strings control my things
my movment, my life, my eyes
I feel, I want, I hurt, I cry
if I were to break free would think I would die
for I am just a puppet on a string, others live my life

Moved sometimes once
moved sometimes twice
which ever move that gets you what you like
is the move you use me for
the move best to squeeze the juice from me
for I am just a pawn, liked till I can give no more

laughed at because I am diffrent from all
someone to kick when down, turn your smile up when you are down
get no respect, say what you like, you feel so better about self
your clothes are better, your life is better, your being is better
for I am just a fool, my suffering, amusment for all of you.

But you cant have my soul
walk with my head up high
mad at you all I am not
for i understand what everyone is about
I a world gone mad
people become hopless, worn out, just plain bad
so when the chips are down, and you all become.
a pawn, a puppet, a fool
asking yourselfs oh god why
turn to me a king
cause I figured what life is long ago
for I am what I am and in the long run
I got it right, I have seen the light, can sleep tight
for I was A pawn A puppet A fool A king
proud to have been so many things

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 21, 2009

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