Zombie Cicadas in the Morning

You know a kid can pick up a yo-yo and make it respond.
A person who practices can make a yo-yo dance.
But then there are folks who love yo-yo’s so much
that they dedicate years to perfecting the craft of yo-yo play
and you can watch them do what seems like magic
with a mere child’s toy.
The yo-yo itself may not feel love for its master but
how well it is used and by whom makes all the difference in a world,
like a well-prepared meal.
So I say to you, don’t be fooled by people who pick you up now and again
to tug at your string, lover.

They can not be and will never be your master.

I am.

And I’ll serve you up when I feel like it.












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