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Once upon a time...

There was a rich man who had strings attached to his limbs and lips, a puppet for the money masters. A trainwreck made less noise than they who spoke for him, they whom dangled his arms and legs in a pitiable dance, a jitterbug of clacking yellow bones and a rabid tongue.

The the man-puppet was both loved and hated throughout the world, but he was not respected, save where money changed hands. It was an ace up a starched and tailored sleeve, a cheater's paradise, a scam artist built of gold cufflinks and diamonds rings made of blood.

The puppet masters were setting up the unsuspecting masses for a monstrous profit, I mean, so much money that the puppet masters wouldn't even return billionaire's phone calls.

(Is there a moral to this story?)

No.

(Is that THE END?)

NO. The puppet masters knew that a thinking populace, and I do not mean a populace that is "educated", well or otherwise, I mean a thinking people, for the money-master's knew it spelled THE END to their continued domination of the world.

(Skip to THE END already!)

One day the sun just stopped coming up and humankind and all Life, as we know it, froze to death unhappily ever-after.

THE NEVER-END

*The sound of someone screaming can be heard over the shattering darkness...


© 2017 Mark Richard Prime


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