In the dolls house

Can you think of your world,
Think of the bored,
Of the dice rolling as you take your turn.
Reading the card, A forefit or dare.

The little toy soldiers perpare for the battle,
Aline for a fight against this innocent crime, without a word,
actually without a care.

The teddy bear tossed from the bed,
A tatty ear, a teare to the head.
Maybe the doll in the corner could offer advice,
On grooming hair, and putting on make-up for the boys,
So you look nice.

The man above pulling the strings, dance along my puppets, he calls,
A child like game with no escape, my world, your world, the world we love to hate.

Bull, ah this world ehh? i do hate it. there is just no escape, by the by, i hate this poem. it sucks