Wasted Purpose Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Pointless it is and useless.
Time with energy consumed.
And serves ultimately a wasted purpose.
To put a spotlight on the obvious.
Or even squeeze a strained brain,
Attempting to explain what appears clear.
Under a focused microscope.
Since people will see what they want.
With a desire too powerful to resist.
Nothing said, done or did to do,
Will unlock the blocking that controls it.
Nor make a difference to the ones,
Having minds cemented and fix.
And heads as thick as bricks.
Thinking with a thought process,
Without given approval from someone else...
Has not yet been identified,
As a decision one personally makes.
And unimportant to become pointless,
Is their use of common sense.
Since common sense is as foreign to them,
As words heard to then connect to a sentence.

Pointless.
Gone is purpose to know it useless.
Exhausting.
Time consuming and waste.
The only thing effective anyone can do,
Is to choose to leave.
And keep people like this distanced.
Hoping a point that is made,
Doesn't later create a headache.