He was born to be a puppeteer
Then lost his job on east beach pier
His broken heart aged ugly and twisted
He longed for work as a puppeteer, he insisted
It took only weeks for the blame to surface
On the puppets head, "it was her! She did it on purpose"
So without a trial, no words were spoken
The puppet was thrown to solitary confinement
The old rabbit hutch would do just fine
To imprison that puppet, indefinitely, for all time
The months went by
The air stood still
On the cold hutch floor for years until
The puppet had noticed she wasn't alone
A spider had made her cell its home
You've changed my world the puppet said
I've been so lonely without your web
