Trivial It Is Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Of little worth and importance,
Has the thought process become to possess.
Less precious than a commodity bought,
The value of it kept to treasure is no longer sought.

Trivial it is to have a thought today expressed,
Without anyone listening to comprehend,
What is meant to intend in an exchanged conversation.
Too many pretend an intelligence that has yet to begin.

Or is the presence of having an intelligence allowed.
Although people are quickly offended,
By the appearance of an ignorance displayed in ways...
That continues to diminish mental limits kept and accepted.

Of little worth and importance,
Has the thought process become to possess.
Less precious than a commodity bought,
Is the value of it kept to treasure.

And those who do possess any intelligence left to express,
Can be witnessed to be ignored...
By the ones fearing their pretentions kept,
Will show to expose to 'someone' requesting substance...
Who then will question the absence of it to expect a response.