Wooden Boy

Oh how I dream to be inanimate

To have chains that bind my soul

To disappear and become an object that amuses

The masses and crowds that adore me

 

How could one do this you may ask?

Why by becoming something other than flesh and bone;

Through minor adjustments

I will become wooden

 

Laughter, applause, ovations, joy

I awake in a cold sweat

I realize I must do it

I must fulfill my desire

 

Earlier prepared, a bath of resin awaits

I slide in, my body shocked at the coolness

Once submerged, 

I take my last breath of air

Then open my mouth and drunk my head in

 

Police sirens buzz

Officers stand above him

They look him over slowly

His body completely frozen 

Just like a wooden puppet

 

 

 

 

 

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