Tiny puppet masters prop themselves up
just above the other toys,
the playthings elite.
For they are special, certainly better than the rest.
Superior grins stretch from ear to stenciled ear,
adorning hollow faces.
They rise, then bend and dip in such lifelike motion.
Well-worn joints creak and moan as they bow, then rise again.
Believing, without question, that they are the ones pulling the strings.
by D. Ryan Lafferty
Literary Crumbs: Poems & Short Stories to Savor by D. Ryan Lafferty 
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