Choir

I'm about ready to bludgeon

Someone with my microphone

And string them up

By my black cord

Stab them with a music stand

And slit their throat with the feet of it

Bash their head into the piano

Then stuff them inside of the instrument

See, choir has become a competition

A sport which everyone is

Now on their own teams

Only rooting for themselves

We all sing together

But we clash and our

Voices don't blend anymore

Instead you hear the individual's song

Selfish and cruel

They all gossip about one another

Manipulating and breaking

Each other down to dust

Confidence stripped and raw

Wounds festering and emotions building

Of the words said behind backs

And not to the face

But just because our backs our turned

Does not make us deaf

But even more unsure of

Ourselves and the people surrounding us

Choir is not a family anymore

It's World War Three

Teeth bared and claws out

Missiles ready to take out other parts

There goes the altos

Taken out by the sopranos

The baritones still talk with the tenors

But the tension is still high

Choir is dangerous

But what they don't realize is

I can be the most cunning and cruel

Animal of them all

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