Been There. Done That. Too Often Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There is a reason why,
I do not express a desire...
To know what it is you think.

'What is it? '

I observe it around you.
And as of today,
You have never mentioned it...
As a priority or even a concern.
And you should.

'Why haven't you brought this to my attention? '

If what is obvious to me,
Has not yet dawned on your mind to see...
Why would you believe a wasting of my time,
Is on my agenda to get you to open 'your' eyes?

Been there.
Done that.
Too often.

Today?
My anger has developed into amusement.