Puppeteer Poem by Jacque Hardison

A true manipulator.
The master of illusion,
Creates the perfect imitator,
With the art of delusion.

This is the puppeteer.
Controlling every joint of their friend.
Strings attached and closed ears.
Having no thoughts to comprehend.

Watch the master go to work,
For the audience to cheer or cringe.
The master makes his friend give a smirk,
Hoping the audience to see that the master is unhinged.

The audience has a choice,
To be a master or a puppet.
To obey without doubt or to use their voice.
To think freely or having their bodies corrupted.

You are the audience.
The choice is yours.
It's quite obvious.
The answer is behind your closed doors.