Pinocchio: Book 1 Chapter 1

Verse 1
Pinocchio was scared.

Scared because he was lost.

Scared because he was confused.

For he had no idea what to do.

Pinocchio was scared.

Scared of the weapon in his hand.

Scared of his obscene staff.

Overwhelmed by such fear, Pinocchio sought out his author's help.

Yet he did not know the acts he would have to commit, the people he would have to kill, in order to revive his author.

N-No way! I-I can't kill that.

You know you have to kill to revive your author.

It's true. It's undeniably true!

Oh boy...What to do...

Verse 2
What choice do I have but to revive my author?

If only there was another way...

But I'll never survive on my own.

Verse 3
A story with no author is like a sailor with no compass.

That's all I am--- a tiny, helpless ship with no captain at the helm.

Verse 4
Gah hah hah!

Kill 'em, break 'em, rip 'em in two!

Kill 'em ALL!

Now's our chance, boy!

Verse 5
His staff demanded violence.

He'd get rid of it if he could.

But being alone is even scarier than living with it.

Verse 6
In the story, his nose grew with every lie he told. But with his author gone, it was finally safe to lie...

Safe to tell himself he needed that vulgar staff.

Verse 7
They're all cowards, boy, the lot of 'em bastards! Skewer 'em and slice 'em head to gut!

Now they're ready for roastin'!

Verse 8
If anyone gets in my way...

Well, what choice do I have?

I guess I'll have to fight.

Verse 9
I didn't ask for any of this.

All I want is for someone to tell me what to do.

Verse 10
His vulgar staff in hand, Pinocchio faced enemy after enemy.

Sadness twisted his sweet little face with every life he was forced to take.

But he continued to surrender to the degrading words of his staff, leaving piles of corpses in their wake...

Pleading all the while that fighting was the last thing he ever wanted.

I really don't want this...

But you beat it.

But you killed it.

No! That was all the staff's doing!

I mean it. Seriously...I can't do anything on my own.

Pinocchio wanted it so badly.

For someone to decide his path, his every action, for him.

Pinocchio wanted it so badly.

That is why he had no time to waste in reviving his author.

Like any other puppet, he longed for a master to control his body, for he feared his own volition.

Dependence.

The string from which Pinocchio dangles.

Discordant Poem
A puppet cannot fight alone.

A puppet cannot think for itself.

A puppet is made to follow.

As a puppet, Pinocchio learned to accept his lack of control.

In the end, he never truly became a real human boy.