The Puppet Of The Puppet Master Poem by Linta Babar MNSR

He plays with me like a toy,
even though he is just a little boy
He is controlling me,
though I can't really see

He is the puppet master,
he doesn't make time go any faster
My arms and legs have strings,
while he has gold rings

I'm the puppet of the puppet master,
why can't time go any faster
I didn't ask for it to be this way,
I wish I could run away

He makes me seem unappealing.
at least I still have my feelings
He controls my every movement,
makes me feel like I need improvement

Why can't time go any faster,
when I'm with the puppet master