How the World Feels.

I'm a street performer.
Constantly in view.
Theme askew.
Act anew.
I'm an attractive dancing monkey.
The music bends my will.
Others hearts I begin to steal.
Others egos to kill.
I'm a singer for the public.
I sing society's tune.
It's all in the moon.
My generations mood.
I make you a slave to the song.
Make you think it will never steer you wrong.
In your heart it will be.
The distracting melodies.
The music box replays and plays.
My chorus repeats the same phase.
Others opinions I graze with annoyance.
It drifts around with a musical clairvoyance.