The Broken Marionette

Ladies and gents, step right this way! Behold the mechanical marvel, the authentic fake!

He smiles on command, he dances with grace, with a permanent, painted grimace on his face!

He used to have strings, but he cut them, you see. A most unfortunate act of autonomy.

Now he just jerks and he twitches and he sways, a cautionary tale for the modern malaise!

And every night he plays his part, the hollow man with the broken heart,