My Bed Is A Boat

Attached to strings,

Puppets perform on screens,

Stirring up emotions.

Pandas, black and white,

Ignoring the cameras,

With eyes closed tight.

Let your self-defense

Be the most present tense,

Will life make more sense?

My bed is a boat,

Ducks quack, not to be sold,

Let our thoughts freely float.

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