Mr Puppet Man
Mr Puppet man lived in a van,
a very, very dirty van
where he drank wine
and he did dope, ol' Mr Puppet man
He liked a bit of a smoke he did
he liked a bit of a smoke
and he blew and blew and he blew
until he was cyanosed.
Mr Puppet man was sad
for all that he had was very bad
and the bad was getting him down, it was
and so he'd frown and frown.
Mr Puppet man, he died
with nobody there, I tell no lies
and no one to pull his chords of life
and bring him back from death
and they never even buried him,
just set the van on fire
and it burned and it burned and it burned, it did,
it burned all bloody night……
and when they found the ashes,
next day when all was done
there were no signs of Puppet man
and my tears, they put out the sun, they did,
and my tears, they put out the sun.
poem by Ruth Walters
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