Prolific Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Nothing has been more prolific,
Than the reinvention and abundance...
Of ignorance and stupidity.
And the growth and love of it,
That seems as if without effort...
Naturally with such ease to produce.
Too incredible to refute,
The popularity that has diminished...
Common sense many refuse to use these days.
With a discovered relief,
Few find grieving over its absence...
Is a waste of time no one will understand,
Why or the reason to mourn the loss.