Rhyming Barks

Toys of Us All ?

LarrWayne Po
A poem begins as a dream. Then a sketch is made.
Thoughts travel through a mind, before their display,
a two dimensional photo, when the pieces are put in place.
Then the characters look at you, glaring from a page.
"I don't believe it, you said? This is really not me?"
Then call it fiction and sit in your seat.
A play is being made, that reminds you of you?
The thoughts were in you, before they were exclaimed?
If the boot fits wear it; play along with the game.
You are squirming? Is that a sign of guilt?
Is your smile hand made, to disguise shift of your thoughts?
Were ploys lifted from your planner,
that were to make toys of us all?
Hark.
A sketch is being made, to inform the audience of thoughts,
coming off a mirror, that echo in the dark.
It is not a growl, just silent frozen ink,
that could be turned into noise, if someone chooses to think,
and utter there existence, breathing out rhyming barks.

Published by LarrWayne Po

LarrWayne, AKA Quack Jack of many trades. If the educated do not educate others, the long term pay back will be "We are surrounded by the uneducated and they want to rule over us". Politically incorrect poem...  View profile

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