Diddly-Squat Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Too many already,
Living these days lived...
Once amazed now not fazed at all.
Having become numbed and disinterested,
As to who did what...
Knowing it was done purposely to disrespect.

Caring less,
Has dipped to depths...
Unexpected to feel or felt to accept.
But everyone living,
Reaches a limit.
A limit that has,
No words left to explain or express.

That diddly-squat comes-a knocking.
Like an uninvited guest to welcome.
With a door to open wider,
Than normally it gets.

That diddly-squat,
Comes to not care...
To remember or want it wished,
Why one would take another for granted.
As if they had a supply,
Of more of it to spare to give.
Believing what they do to take,
Can be relied upon with no end to it.

Well...
Left surprised, shocked or not.
Yet...
When one arrives,
To know that diddly-squat...
They can no longer disguise it to hide.
It stays to remain to give and get,
Top priority.

"Wassup?
You act as if you could care less."

-Trust me,
This is no act.
And my caring less is a fact.
Nothing remains unchanged.
To have it believed,
For you the doing will stay the same.-

"But...
What have I done? "

-Too much to take me for granted.-

"Why didn't you say something?
To remind me I was doing that too much."