Selected To Puppet Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There are reasons why,
Those elite.
Unknown outside,
Of their exclusive 'loops'.
Choose and pick,
The ones selected to puppet.

Easy to flatter.
Dazed by limelight.
Absent of depth.
With eyes quick to glaze.
Shown crazed by self importance.
Indulged.
And vacant to program thoughts.
Provided by those unseen,
Behind the scenes.
As strings are pulled.
To express taught reactions.
Without a mind connected to process,
Thinking to know it.
Or...
What many hear heard to say.
Yet...
So entertaining is the puppet,
People seated are made to believe...
Everything about it is real!
And not one of the best illusions created.