March 5, 2010
That's what he was called,
Just because his head
Was always stuck in books.

He was called,
Simply because of the fact,
He could be controlled by everyone else.

Strings attached to this puppet,
Never tearing.
As the years grew old,
They started decaying.

Lights started shining,
Shining above him.
As he threw a peace sign to his audience
Never again was he a puppet.

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