The Puppet

A Micro-Memoir

"Wherefore no man grows wise
without he have his share of winters."

From the Old English poem 'The Wanderer'

Led into Slavery
by more than one Inadequacy
chained by Vanity
and tortured by Insecurity

I could not see

the Greed and Jealousy
the Sloth and Vanity.

I could not see
that slaves were my company
and wondered
why I felt so lonely.

I could not see
my own Stupidity
the reason for all my misery.

For did I not graduate from University
with a Master's Degree.

Stupid, stupid
little me.

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© Brigitte Franssen 2006
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