The Choice Poem by Jim Milks

The piper plays the tune; the puppeteer
pulls the strings as the puppet plays the buffoon.

The stage is set for the three-act play;
oh tell me how we ever got this way.

The jesters take the stage, each to play their part.
Did the forefathers see it ending this way, back at the start.

The strings are pulled the gossamer threads.
Mouths move up and down but nothing is said.
The puppets dance across the stage each its on version,
each looking for any diversion

Soon the public will make the decision,
hopefully made with forethought and vision

The jester is soon selected after all the others are rejected
The puppeteer connects his strings so his will is injected
The people have made their choice and head home dejected