Frustration And The Puppet Master Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

Why am I easily frustrated
I step outside
And feel that my line gets all tangled
After all
I am just like everyone else
A puppet with a puppet master
Who is a puppet to another master
And so on and so forth
I just wish you would
Take your hands off of my controls
Because I don't want to be a subject
To your throne
That looks like it is gold
But if you really take a good look
Behind that gold paint
Is some bronze rust
Now
Don't think you are better than me