Pulling strings

Puppet on a string
Do as they command
dance you little puppet
they’re waiting for a show
 
don’t talk back you silly idiot
they have guns in the closet
perform and it’s over
but only for tonight
 
Remove the straps from your shoulders
sway your hips
“Don’t fucking cry bitch!”
They’re getting angry
do as your told
they pull the strings harder
and harder you must obey
 
The neighbors hear you screaming
but they never come out of their white picketed perfect world to realize
there is evil in this world
you never know who will be the puppet master
evil doesn’t come in stereotypes
 
Now lay yourself in bed
you lived another day
now get some sleep
the show must go on all week