What a talented puppeteer
She has so many men
Wrapped around her finger
She wears them as rings
To show off to everyone
They have strings attached
And no consciousness
She controls their every movement
Their every breath
They won't stop coming
Falling for outside beauty
Only to find themselves
On shelves
Beside hundreds of others
She gets gifts
They lose the money
She gets the attention
They lose their free will
I'm glad I have
A pair of scissors
No strings for me...
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Don't be so sure. Everyone is controlled by something.
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