One Man Show

One Man Show ode

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Sever
The strings
Heart
Stuffed and stitched
Black as the crow
A wooden figurine
In a one man
puppet show
The audience
Seated Indian style
In front of the stage
Their laughter
And cheers
Eat away at Him
Like a plague
Are You entertained??
A standing ovation
Having enjoyed witnessing
His failures and pain
Forced to perform
On queue
His next movements
The unknown entity
Whom controls him
Would choose
Mind, a lumber labyrinth
His reality takes hold
All just part of
The Show

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SCHOOLER, Mark (Louisville,KY 14 March 1980 - Present). Husband, Father, Recovering Alcoholic / Drug Addict, Poet
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