Death of a Marionette The little man's collapsed A heap of cloth and cord The life lines above Slack and hopeless. He'd been a delight So witty and bright His neat cloths so real Now exposed, a façade. Just a boy, hair tangled Dirty, naked and scrawny Who'd pulled the strings And taken us all in Ashamed to be seen He'd lived off occasional charity From those who, for a moment looked up And moved, left a little for him Not enough To keep both body and soul Now skin and bone Slack and hopeless Why didn't he say?; We didn't know! We loved him, Bright and witty Lost forever. Forever Dead.