An ode to the marionettes

Straight out of the box
the marionettes
covered in white, are entertaining
as if they are rejecting our living,
they enjoy the time of their lives
Nothing is ordinary
on the daily night show at the middle of the market
their lifelessness baffle
for, despite my longing to take the death
out of their lifeless bodies,
I'm left but to watch
their magic that makes us happy
in the sad hours that never end humiliating us
I'm left to hear their narratives
their weeping, their stories
that last long as the interval between two tragedies
that affect the benumb audience.
Every night when the show ends
on every road we go protesting,
— enough is enough,
Why are you still smelling
the rear of the performers?

Tease us with the dreams
of growing lilies in the air,
I'm left but to get rid of the nightmares
And every night when the show ends
on every road we go protesting,
— enough is enough,
Why don't you go fuck yourself?

Why have you gagged your mouths
with that scum-stained cloth of ignorance
smelling, sniffing where the performers direct
Why do you always come back with alms
to offer us unasked peanuts
Why do you build mansions,
casting covetous eyes
before us — the deafs and the dumbs
Why do you eat, snatching away
from our puke-filled mouth
But our strings, our voices
with the hooch you gave, makes us tipsy
while we go to paint our index fingers
And every night when the show ends
on every road we go protesting,
— enough is enough,
Why don't you never die?

Animation de marionettes ( mains) by eXsistenZ1968