Vincent was the only one with freedom
Because they were all attached to strings
For his fellow friends were dumb
And would never spread their wings
Vincent would stroll through the park
And jump and dance
While the others would bark
For chained dogs have no chance
Vincent would read and laugh
Play video games and sing
But they couldn't do even half
Of what this boy could swing
Vincent would do as he wished
For he long ago had cut his strings
With a knife in hand he had swished
At those prisoning things
Vincent would only be seen under the moonlight
Where shadows would hide the scars
That were not pleasant to see in light
Vincent was no longer a marionette
But a life boy at its height
Hiding under a duvet
And coming out at night
In search for mischief
A boy is capable of doing anything
Like using a knife instead of teeth
To leave a frown grinning