End Of Purpose Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

One's end of purpose served,
Can come and be for them...
A struggle between belief,
And a grief refusing to face.

Enforcing one's choice,
To remain.
Without an invitation.
From anyone to extend.
Done to wish to want again.
And should not develop,
Into childish tantrums thrown.
Or threats increasingly made.

Once one's end of purpose,
To serve it comes...
The doing of it done shown.
Should not be a shock,
To the one locked out,
Of their own home.
Or buildings to claim,
Ownership.
With liens outstanding.
And loans known,
Too long to go unpaid.

Yet...
Pretensions to sell them sold,
Can convince a crowd...
They too have a purpose.
And that purpose is to take,
What they neither earned...
To deserve.
Nor with effort to endeavor,
Create.
Yet theirs to belong to stay.
Keep and also destroy,
If this is their choice to choose.

If told by 'one'...
Whose only mission,
Is a feeding of an ego.
After appetizing on attention,
Given.
And served to satisfy,
One narcissistic...
Loving to munch on conflict!

With a feasting of a tickling,
Unending chaos.
Fed to feed one's purpose,
Left to leave remembered!