Puppets: that's all we are,

Wholly on show, like a Bazaar,

 Deluded, we think we're the star,

While under the thumb of the Czar.

He forces us to jump the bar,

The performance can't be subpar,

In a fall, flesh rips and mars,

As we fall to concrete far.

We return despite a gruesome scar,

Since puppets is all we are.