Jepetto quit


Poor, poor marionette

Someone’s cut your strings

And now you’ve as much purpose

As a dove without its wings

Crumpled, barren, pitiful,

A heap upon the floor

Tattered cloth and clacking limbs,

All rubbish-Nothing more

And nothing less than nothing much

And far too much besides

It seems that all that’s left of you

Is your beaten, battered pride



About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

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