Machiavelli. A poem.

You are my Machiavelli,
tug my strings until
I scream.

Your ceaseless manipulations
keep me dancing to
your whims.

While I smile and play along
as I always will,
it seems,

be my lonesome Machiavelli
and spend some time
with me.

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