Dead Weight Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Gone are the days,
To make attempts to remember...
Where one placed,
An unread message sent.
With it done to wonder,
About its contents.
Yet can describe how unimpressed,
The messenger had been dressed.
From head to toe with details to give.

Then to rush to catch up,
To a time that has passed.
Asking everyone,
If they happen to have seen...
Someone who had delivered a message.
Looking more like a garbage man.
Coming to pick through,
Trash they did not have.

Today?
Requires,
Indiscriminating minds.
Too many find difficult to do.
Since delusions they have bought,
Sought to occupy their thick heads.
Will take a steel encased,
Cemented brick wall.
To loosen and unclogged what's packed inside.
Dead weight?
So hard it is to break into pieces.

"Whew.
I am glad you are here.
What should I do now?
Your suggestion has left me,
Both numb and exhausted."

-I don't believe this.
Thick...
Is your head.
You might as well use a hammer.
You may get better results.-

"Hmmm...
Wouldn't that be painful?
And besides,
That would take too long.
And believe it or not,
I just got started."

-Gee...you got me!
I once broke a tooth.
Trying to crack open,
A Brazilian nut.
But,
That was years ago.-

"And I'm willing to bet,
They weren't listening to pay attention.
Many don't take time for that.
So glad I am to finally have come to my senses."

-Yeah!
Although I must admit,
I would have gone about it another way.-

"Didn't you suggest,
I start using my head.
And not my fists?
Look at them! "

-Uh...uh...
You missed the point I tried to make.
Altogether!
I gotta go.
Whatever it takes do it your way.-

"Okay, okay, okay!
I'll use the hammer."