Society's Puppets, nothing but chew toys

So this is what my performance has amounted to.
Cheep one liners
And friendly one timers.

Foes with smiles
And friends with frowns.
Thoughtful Sociopaths
And homicidal clowns.

I'm the entertainment
A passing conversation.
The butt of their jokes
To no revelation.

I'm not alone in this,
We're group performers,
The show must go on
We must practice conformance.

The Joker's choices are made
By the ruler's word.
We allow this to happen
Diversity unheard.

Puppet strings remain
And the child to play.
The abused, discarded doll,
Hardly worth another day.