A poem about AGT

We start off the season
With one hundred plus,
The lines will take hours
So don't make a fuss.

The sound of the buzzer
Will haunt you for life,
Acts must be sharpened,
Unlike a blunt knife.

The auditions are great,
I wouldn't be lying,
And you have a good chance,
If you come on stage crying.

You don't know who goes through
Doubt will then linger,
But your chances are doubled
If you came on as a singer.

:)