Puppet

I, am not a puppet
No Geppetto controls my strings
No one tells me when to jump
And I've never asked how high.
Those who orbit the boundries
Of this world I call my life
Could never ever understand
Each sacrifice that I make.
They sit in empty space
On their ivory thrones
Passing judgement
Without facts
Watching through the window
Of suburban tv screens
Unable to see the forest
Through a sea of viagra dreams.
It is said that life
Can be a roller coaster
Lots of ups and downs
And a thousand petty screams.
Empty lives of discretion
Solely without valor
Is worthless as a gesture
In a two bit world of schemes,
Yet despite the jeers
Of the hissing crowd
Gathering outside
For the drawing
Of aged innocent blood;
Their will be no sacrifice
No lamb upon a production stage.
An audience left
With disapointment
Should well beware
Of that which is free.
I will do my mourning
Among internet entrails
In the shadows
Of an early fall
A character actor
Without a script
Left to recite soliloquies
In the dark.