Cut yer strings in My Poetry Slams

When the occasion finds you
When all eyes are on you
Take your chance
Your ready stance
And give it your all

Dance like the puppet you are
Bleat like the sheep you are
Regret until the stone bleeds
Where your brain leads
You’re sure to find failure

Cut your strings
Fuck your master
Break away
From your shepherd

For once I’d like to find
One of like mind
The puppet with no strings
The black sheep that sings