From each finger of yours
Dangles a string
In which a person hangs.
You must be careful now, though
Of who you choose to be
A contestant.
Yes, that’s right,
This is all just a game.
Don’t just
Flail your fingers around aimlessly,
Because you should be afraid
Of who might latch on to your
Empty strings.
Effortlessly, you may wave them,
But keep an eye out
For which fish are grabbing on.
Knock off whoever
Poses a danger to
Your reputation or your heart.
Twirl your fingers slowly,
Wrapping up your toys;
The fragiles should be kept closest to you.
Search their bodies for
Thin strings attached elsewhere
And cut them;
They belong to you.
Give each one their
Moment of glory
By showering them with attention,
And keep their interest
With spices of affection.
Let them attach themselves
To you;
They’ll open themselves to you more
And then you’ll have access
To all that you want
To use.
Drain them,
Then cut them.
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