The Puppeteer
Oh hail the master puppeteer
Controller of the strings
The altruistic engineer
Sagaciousness he brings
With breathtaking dexterity
He moves us all about
From rich and famed celebrity
To every down-and-out
When he feels the time is right
He drives our limbs to action
Manipulating day and night
Gives him much satisfaction
And having no mind of our own
We let him have his way
As twice a year by strings alone
He shifts the time of day
Propelling us from room to room
Inside our little houses
Oblivious of how we fume
The anguish this arouses
Springing forward; falling back
Our arms and legs obey
Our puppeteer is right on track
To bugger-up our day
Forward/back, year after year
Is clearly idiotic
Yet why we do is still unclear
We all appear robotic
Our puppeteer is way off track
He makes life complicated
Our inner clocks all out of whack
All discombobulated
Oh why this foolish pantomime?
What purpose this decree?
What use this faulty paradigm?
What help to you and me?
Our puppeteer has lost his charms
We’re dangling just by threads
Our little wooden legs and arms
Our little wooden heads!
Norma Pain
Parksville