Gepetto’s lament

She’s a living doll
why is my mojo not working?

She cries she talks she sleeps she walks
and my mojo’s not working
I do my best to please her
but my mojo’s not working

She puckers and pouts her primrose lips
has me dancing form her fingertips

Her mojo’s working
I’m her living doll
and it starves my soul

(#napowrimo prompt 10, an unloving poem)

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