It Becomes Pointless Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It becomes a pointless,
And forgettable activity...
When a conscious mind,
Bemoans an obvious blockade,
Preventing a forward movement...
Those with eyes,
But refuse to see.

If those in the majority,
Have decided confusion is the way...
Why bust a gut,
Yelling as if crazed...
A deadend selected,
Is not a closed gate that will open...
If they stayed and prayed.

It becomes pointless.
Demeaning!
And most importantly...
Attracts an attention,
Others find amusing.