Draft rhyme

9 July 2024

You string me around like a marionette
Play your cards like the doll parts you collect-ively paid out as bets
Taped my pieces together and made me Marie Antoinette
Paraded me around my hometown and beyond never satiated the monster you built from the hell spawn
And we all want to be murderers, mauraders of men, the villian supreme, blowin it up like the mob men, gangstas of old, suited up like Scarface, Al Pacino dancin on ya grave
And some of us just want, a glimmer of reflection, pause in the lines and the spaces between, unwind and stop time, just a moment receivin.