Sitting High On A Throne Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

And the winner of 'this',
Election 'is'...
Envelop please.
Hmmm.
Not acceptable.
Go fetch me another envelop.
The people are awaiting,
For their choice to have been picked.

And...
The winner of 'this',
Election 'is'...
Wrong envelop.
Go fetch me the envelop,
With the markings outside.
Different in appearance.
Bearing the name we all know inside.
We must give the impression,
The winner picked will be a surprise.

Excuse me, folks.
And the one who is above us all.
Apparently I had forgotten.
The winner already picked,
I had brought with me to leave...
In my overcoat.
Before the beginning of these festivities.

I'm baaaccckk!
And...
Without further adieu.

The winner of 'this' election 'is'...
What a shock.
Believe it or not,
And Back By Popular Demand.

Or...
However you wish to interpret it.

The winner of this election.
Long before the voting commenced.
Is the one in the audience.
Sitting high on a throne.
Hoping to be ignored.
And unbelievable as it is,
Claims to wish a want not to be noticed.