PINOCCHIO

Your nose is growing...deceitful eyes! Master of Puppets! Master of Lies! Your word is void! Empty! Dead! Hollow! Wooden: Termite Bed! Your head swells! Swollen ego! Man of integrity? Where did HE go? Even though your vows were made, displayed through vague escapades, they wilted like a dying rose, and so it goes: Your growing nose! A betraying story on your face! What a disgrace, I can't explain! Another man so much the same as the rest of them from yesterday. Nothing true did they ever bring! The Master of Puppets was pulling their strings! You became a handsome decoy, just a heartless wooden toy! Searching, searching, seek, DESTROY! You're nothing real! You're a wooden boy! Growing, growing, still it grows: The lies as plain as your protruding nose! The strings are yanked: Oh how you dance! I wouldn't cut those strings if I had a chance! You're a slave to the lies in which you've told, a wooden mold, a puppet sold! Your lies unfold like raven wings, joints and springs squeak with the jerk of your strings! You're a REAL BOY now! You are far from a man! You follow commands made by unseen hands! You will fall where you stand, a heap in the floor! A bundle of firewood, you're no use anymore! Chop you and toss you! In the fire to burn! I will kindle the flame then ashes to urn! The embers are useless! I will douse them with water! The Axeman is coming! Prepare for your slaughter! You arrogant fool! Your heart's made of wood! The termites are feasting...to me you're no good...

-Kelly M. Gregory-???