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This poem is about how without that girl to pull the strings, I couldn't even pass myself off as a real boy.  Maybe that's how love struck people really behave, I don't know.  Sometimes I think we're so influenced by pop culture that we forget what it's like to love people on our own terms.

It's just like these tragedies you see on the news, an excuse to react a certain way to a stimuli.  Do you care about tsunami victims?  No.  You care about new clothes and compact discs.  You only care about these victims as long as a news flash about them doesn't interrupt that new episode of Friends.

Did I go off on a tangent?  Oh yeah, poem.  What if Pinocchio didn't really want to become a real boy?  I know I certainly don't.  People want some deity to pull their strings, someone they can blame when things go wrong or be thankful to when they don't.  

 

(c) 2003 J Baugher