Back To The Knocking Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Back to the knocking,
Of their own heads...
On handheld bricks.
Hoping this convinces,
They could dent a wall...
Made of steel.
And, re-enforced cement.
Although damaged from the banging,
Continue they do.
Refusing to relent.
Since nonsense has replaced,
Common sense.
Or traces of it to face.

Cracked and broken is the notion...
Steadfast devotion builds a defense,
Against pretensions intensed.
And stupidity followed faithfully,
Will eventually reward...
With benefits galore.

And the knocking of their own heads,
With handheld bricks...
Continues to attract,
Those lacking in vision.
Or the traps behind them built,
Supervised by fat masked cats...
Ready to pounce,
On an assortment of well dressed...
And easily duped blind mice.