Miss Marionette

Miss Marionette
 You Have No Control 
 We Have You On Strings 
 We Have Cut Your Golden Wings 
 
Miss Marionette, 
 Stiffer Please-
 Why So Loose? 
 Move Here!
 Miss Marionette Why Is Your Head So Low, So High 
 Can’t You Be A Little More Upright?

 But Also Lets Be Primal 
 And Let Your Rigidness Go
 You Can’t Sing Like A Doll 
 That Doesn’t Express The Poems!
 Be A Little Looser 
 Holler, Whoop, And Howl 
 But Also Let’s Be Noble 
 The Primal Is Just A Metaphor
 To Break The Porcelain Mask 
 But Keep Your Hands And Head Still 
 Don’t Move Unless You're Asked.