Once upon a time, in a place all covered in dark
A boy once found, on the ground, with what he'd make his mark.
A wooden handle, with strings attached, dangling from a hook.
He studied it, in devious intent, dawned a dirty look.
For in his hand he held a tool, manipulative in trade.
He would learn to make use of his toys, marionette's he'd made.
Sadly he could not craft, and made use of those around.
For once he closed his horrible grip, the players made no sound.
Friends, family, people he didn't know, all danced in his palm.
For he always knew just what to say to keep them in his calm.
The evil grin painted on his lips, grew wider every day.
For as he knew his little pets, were sadly here to stay.
Once or twice on occasion, one would step off cue.
But of course the clever kid, knew just what he would do.
Cast away and bring them down, before their motive spread.
He'd get rid of those who threaten his spot, fit snugly in every head.
And so the world bent in his desire, a command meant it be done.
The people united to fill a common goal, of course it was his one.
So now you know, this little tale, but sadly your no longer free.
Because unfortunately for you, that little boy, is none other than me.
VaughnTophat Community Member 
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