The Puppet Drunk

They said he was misunderstood,
Neglected and bruised,
A warrior falling through cracks in the pavement.

I saw nothing but a puffed up man
Filled with self love and anger,
An egoist dancing on hearts in the suburbs,

And the film was much better for that.

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