Cupie Doll,

Dancing puppet,

Marionette

To the samba,

“Now what!” she sighs.

More dancing.

“Ahora que! Ahora que!”

She sings and slinks

Around the bar.

Dancing puppet,

Marionette.

“Now what?” she cries,

But from her eyes 

No tears will come.

“Cupie Doll,

Come here to me.”

But it’s the last straw,

And the last martini.

“Now what?!” she screams,

But no one hears the dancing puppet,

Marionette,

And no one ever will, I guess.

-jenn