Rachel: Puppet Show

Puppet dear puppet,
Climb up the tree,
The apples are sweeter,
Climb up with me.

Alas they are bitter,
They grew out of time.
I think those look better,
Come on with me.

I know they are redder,
The carrions sing true.
The redder the sweeter,
Jump off with me.

Wasn't that fun?
We've reached the next tree.
Come out, have pleasure,
Everything's free.

What's that you say?
You can't taste the fruits?
Something is tugging
The trees from their roots?

But no that's not true,
It's tugging at you.
Invisible strings,
Thread tied up to you.

See them on me too?
The tugging can hurt.
Ah yes I'm not spared,
I'm just like you too.

But who holds the strings?
Keep that in mind.
Perhaps we're all puppets,
Following blind.