The Puppet and the Puppeteer

Who was the puppet
Who the puppeteer
Who is the poet
Who the master
Who held the strings
And controlled the dance?
Who laughed
Who was laughed at?
Everything was such a funny
Pantomime.

But when the puppet awoke
To her own existence
And rebelled against
The strings
That made her dance
And laughed at
And pulled at the puppeteer
To make him dance
Beside her, on the stage
The master sliced the strings
Trampled on the puppet's limbs
And now gloats as he
Surveys the carnage
He is the master of his realm
The empty stage.