In a forgotten part of town, an elderly man who felt hopeless and alone created a wooden puppet to have a friend to talk to. He would spend hours conversing with the puppet, finding joy in controlling its movements and having it agree with his tales of bad luck preventing his success in life and romance. The puppet provided companionship for the man and a way to vent about how unfair he felt life had been to him.

1. In that forgotten part of town
Where wasted hopes and dreams abound,
A wrinkled man with life near end,
In hopes to have at least one friend,
Fashioned bits of wood and things
And made a dummy run by strings.
He sat alone for hours on end,
Conversing with his only friend
And found delight within the fact
That he controlled it's every act.
He told it how he never had
A chance, since all his luck was bad
Although he'd tried so to succeed -
The dummy nodded and agreed.
And how his journeys in romance
Had never given him a chance,
And wasn't it a crying shame
That he was always held to blame
When everyone knew, oh so well,
That life is but a living Hell,
Controlled by lust and power and greed?
The dummy nodded and agreed.