Puppet Master Or Puppet
The Willing And Able~
They that sit silently at our table
You can have the money
working for the
Men with agendas
they having no care for genders
Or
You can have the time
living life freely in your gender
free of all agendas
You could join
in that infamous rat race
while shielding your face
from the lights
and
the cameras digitizing
your fight to be standing atop the deck
stealing
Crudely
Mother Nature's blood
from the rock table
Whilst pushing
innocence to lose a life saving
in Hoyle's deck on the table
Only to emboss blame to their shame
when all around
things become unstable
And the puppet masters
pull their strings
sending all to pray
and
to listen as the choir sings
And we are all saved from our sins
with
two, no, perhaps three or more
hail Marys
and
a quick peek within
A shot of something much stronger
than gin
because soon
the work week will again begin
You can work for all known Evil
Selling your soul
if the price is right
for a momentary flash
of life's brightest light
Or
You could break bread
with
another who has long been unable
Been broken
by the endless cycle of unstable
having long lost their soul
at Hoyle's table
Now grasping for air
The air being choked away
by the oxygen's delay
from the smelting
of
the crude in its way
And the puppet master
pulls some strings
the health minister
say
It will all go away
You need only be silent
and
await the coming
of promises made to ancestors
that could never have imagined
the many games we now must play
Have yourself
a
wonderful ancestral day
@Anthony2023mdh30Vibes
