Certain days I place dolls in dinner positions,
moving them in any position I want,
because certain dolls come with that ability,
to be moved by others.
They sit together
like perfect church goers,
never offending each other
with actions befitting their nice clothes.
But on occasion I am grasped
by my chest
and set into a child's playhouse
to sit and dine.
Sure, it seems entertaining,
but imagine never knowing
whether this day you will be
small and behaved
or big, like god above the clouds.
Staring with plastic eyes straight ahead
or running amuck with the world
at your finger tips.
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