Puppet in Distress
Puppet in distress
Done jigging to the maestro player -thinking all can be forgotten with one caress.
Puppet in distress
Dancing to the hollow bark of wood to entertain 50 shades of Halifax’s easily ho- hummed guest.
Puppet in distress
Strings attached by words signed sincerely your god bless
Puppet in distress
care to cut strings and retune to your idea of finesse?
Muppet in a mess
calls upon the one who responds with exotic prowess.
Muppet in a mess
commands a court of clowns.
leave it to march to its own goal without making it digress.
Muppet can’t confess
Puppet forced to bake an Eaton mess.
Lunatic moody spell of loneliness forced on puppet attempting to evolve into a breathing life force.
Heart in full beat.
Victorian smirks – conceal the lure of lust on heat
Dirt lies on a floor in a heap in full defeat.
Barely like the day it conformed to the necessity of sucking its mama’s teat.
Shallow grave digger in demand
Take your boorish rudimentary games on a scam timeshares, camping holiday with your imaginary friend one
spoon stirrer twat from a council estate
thinks peaches are organic when canned.
Humour lost when the smiling mug lost a handle – this unfortunate series of events was not planned.
Puppet has a grip on reality
Muppet hide or speak with integrity.
Observes the matter of the one speaking about a raw paw -urban jungle patois.
Allow a Feminist chancer to equalise the score.
Voodoo doll pinned down -preparing for a hysteria- ectomy.
Tree pines pins and needle for lost comrades hiding away in shadows when its own self-belief fled.
Dangled carrots have less value than Congo natives begging on bended knee
Underestimate the value of one true pulse – a sudden rush of blood to the head.
clear signal you banged egos with the puppet mans a red fire
ignited
well before this species woke up naked in a carnivorous hermit crabbed.
Contradictory mixologist – king Loui Armstrong – one of a kind – mans belly not been fed.
Stop expecting organic honey from this flower – she demands respect- make up your mind – stays or let’s leave it with
I’ll see you in the wind
Treason over your feudal system.
cover yourself in haze of the ghetto inhabitants blasting out
there goes another lost soul walking with
dead.
*Inspired by a chat with my hair dresser mate and ‘I wanna be like you’ Jungle book and life.
Posted on Jul 4, 2017, in STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION and tagged Creative Writing, Creativity, Emotions, Life, Relationships, Stream of consciousness, Thoughts. Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.
Daisy – Love your words and each line – positive inspirational!
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Thanks. I’m so glad you like. It means a lot
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Love the ‘inspiration’ behind the piece! Hugs! ❤
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Hugs. Catch ypnwith your something the morning
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Hugs! ❤
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lol I was on my mobile when I typed that— you move me so much with you writing – <3.
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Bless You! ❤
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Hey john.. happy 4rh of july
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sugar be sweet
and my sweat
tastes of zinc coppery amonia like smells
i can tell this day of freedom
at your country s expense
is well hell
a fucked up situation
and my lover
tho we do not touch our genitals
under cover
i feel the pains
of the main
gists
of this modern
viral karmatic daze
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J’adore !!! Daisy is very different !!!
Belle soirée à toi
Tony
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🤗🤗 merci mon ami
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Tout le plaisir est pour moi mon amie Daisy “super cool”!
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Ha ha . Non. To eat trop gentil. Bon soire Tony. Bisous
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