The Song and the Master

I sang a song

You probably heard it wrong

Something other than it

Was intended to be

Perhaps the meaning was elusive

Or your critique rather abusive

But the song

Still broke free

The chandelier began to shatter

Stirring up quite the chatter

As the song

Made its way through

All the people were shocked 

Thought they were being mocked 

Yet heard something 

Familiar and true

They sat out The Dance

Didn’t take a chance

Being told

It wasn’t worth their while

Master says what’s acceptable 

Upright & quite respectable

So they just

Shut the fuck up and smile 

Yes, the song caused a scene

Pulled their eyes from each screen

They looked around

And couldn’t believe 

How the faces they saw

Were unfiltered and raw

Unlike what they were

Accustomed to see

Those “hearts” they wanted

Were not there when confronted

A tinge of feeling

Rather insecure

The song passed their feet

Lifting them off each seat

As they each made their way

To the floor