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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