Puppet String Cutters Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Once to strut.
And flaunt around.
The influence to have,
Their clowning puppets...
Dance, laugh, cry and frown.

This manipulating,
Done for decades to enjoy and do.
Has proven to be detrimental.
To the puppets strung to strings.
Beginning to realize,
Who behind the scenes...
Has been pulling them up and down,
In directions needing to be cut.
That had left them,
The only ones left suspected...
Capable to mess up,
A popular.
Crowd pleasing performance.
By themselves without assistance!
Bringing suffering and pain.
With the high cost of being entertained,
Skyrocketing to heights.

Leaving behind a reality,
Once quicker to delude...
A much slower process,
Given this choice to choose.
Since today...
Truth is finding a way,
To be up in all faces.
Proving the expense to pay to ignore it,
Comes without strings attached.
Or puppets to deceive,
The investment received achieved...
Relying upon the benefits of ignorance.

"There is nothing here.
What's in it for me?
After all I have spent,
Investing my time being entertained.
How do I benefit?
What do I get from this? "

-Don't be so negative.
You have this! -

"This? !
This what?
Space? "

-Yes!
Space.
And...
It is yours to take,
As little or much of it as you like.
With no strings attached.
Or puppets to laugh at.
Leaving you free,
From making accusations! -