Cyber Sculptor of Toys

Cyber sculptor of toys

Dance dance,

You're my puppet on a string.

When I cut you loose I

Won't

Feel anything,

Because I still have my

Real boys.

Cut you loose

Into my emotional fire.

You'll burn

And keep me warm,

It's all you're good for.

I'm the one who carved you,

Painted rosy cheeks and

Smiles on blank wood.

You can only move when I want you to.

Dance dance,

You're my puppet on a string.

I'm the master behind the computer screen.