Oh Monsieur, oh Monsieur

Comment allez-vous?

Comment va votre journée?

Quite obsessed, with all

Consuming thoughts, controlling a being

The rays, as pulling the strings

Of a mindless puppet

Encountered with a careless mentality

That dares to think…

Out of turn but not out of sight

As the sun created a puppet

So does society insist to imitate

The draggering rays of control

The puppeteer with his strings of norms

So little does he know that being controlled

Once was by chance

If twice the captive is a fool