Feint Right

We feign astonishment at vocalised bait

coloured to lure selective bitey members

of an audience, mesmerised to gawp,

gasp at stagecraft and pratfalls,

a leadership game, all self and pantomime.

We have Seats in restricted view,

yet the unwritten script we already knew:

O gala ribboned media pretence

No, it is not behind you.