The Puppet Master's Cause of Death

The harder I pull myself back in to safety....
the tighter the strings are pulled.
I've become a puppet to the world..
I dropped dead weight on the strings..
but they keep making me dance.

I must entertain..
I must please them.
I must be what they want me to be.
I must do what makes them happy
because they run the world.

I must model scholarly nature...
I have to wear quick wit and funnies...
I made the mistake of showing my potential..
I'm a slave to my abilities...
and the stupid people that depend on my kind.

Their vacant expressions appraise me
when I don't want to dance..
as if they are good enough to reprove me
and it makes me want to choke them
shove their throats full of their own judgments,
they'll attempt to chew and gag on their own stupidity..

so pull my strings.. make me dance because I can.
You'll get nothing but a soulless response..
I'm tired of dancing for you.
The strings have just broken...
you pulled too hard too often.
Pull at me one more time..
and see what happens.