Posted on January 31, 2014
Pinocchio
When we are so very young
we’re all just wooden dollies
we dance attached to strings
invisible for all to see
round and round we go
thinking that we’re free
we follow all the rules
we do just as we are told
until our nature calls,
and something sets us free
then!
the jig becomes quite riotous
we kick our legs up high
jumping and a-gyrating
to a different call!
the strings, you see, are severed
and no one calls the calls
we begin to dance
wide and free
our steps no longer guided
by blue fairies,
society’s puppeteers…
alas, we feel at odds with life
no longer synchronized
so we go to see our doctor
who prescribes something like Prozac!
it brings us oh so quickly back
into form and civilization
reuniting us with our lost strings
of what is wrong and right.
When Pinocchio forgot the Steps
when was he oh so very young
and so much like a wooden doll
he danced attached to mastah’s strings,
invisible for all to see…
round and round he’d go – to and fro
thinking that he was free to live
he followed all the rules they gave
happily, did as he was told…
but one day his true nature called
something snapped, it just let’s him go
the jig was up, he danced alone
and sang to a different song…
he kicked his legs up in the air
jumping gyrating – feeling free
mastah’s strings, were severed, you see
and no one called the dancing calls
he began to laugh boisterously
with no “common” goal, wide and free
with no arcane rhyming reasons
free of lovely sweet blue fairies,
good teacher, preacher, puppeteer…
alas, he felt at odds with them
no longer could he synchronize
alone outside the social maze
security was lost to him…
so he went to see the doctor
who knew just what he had to do
prescribe a wonder med: Prozac!
voilà! zic-zac they brought him back…
into the common chorus line
uniting him with his lost strings
chemistry for conformity!
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