Perfectly Human

Trying to understand complex subjects… one failure at a time.



Untitled Poem or lyrics, Don’t know.

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A yo-yo sweater puppet 

bounced by its string

Puppetmaster, puppetmaster 

Why such a beating?

Up and down

Round and round

In a sadistic unraveling 

But hearts left dangling?

No altitude, just freefall?

Come one, come all

Step inside the spectacle

Just two tokens, true

Stall not, now this way through 

Warm seats waiting past the vestibule.

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