The sun and the moon have made me a fool.
I am merely a tool;
a character piece
with holes.
Sometimes the moon makes me a troll.
Sometimes the sun makes me a mole.
They both make me wonder about fame...
"what is it like to always be blamed?"
Says the trained
one.
The sun and the moon know I am a tool
because I am merely a fool
and so are you.
A character piece
with holes.
A drone on a phone,
trying not to feel alone,
made of bones
and moans.
So it goes.
and goes.
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