None Of This Is Complicated At All Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

None of this is complicated at all.
You chose to bring something to the table,
Told again and again...
Not to bring.
Yet you brought it despite the warnings.

And now you claim no involvement.
With a sitting as if innocent,
And your presence qualifies you...
To skip over that which is yours.
With a grabbing of your hands onto the dessert.

And in your mind you wish not to connect this,
As socially unacceptable.
To then make an announcement,
Others at the table have an inappropriate etiquette.
With a showing directed to you,
They are upset.
And you...
Refuse to leave,
Knowing you are the reason for their agitation.

You seem to be very professional at this.
Where else have you gone,
To initiate your brand of chaos.
And 'still' it hasn't dawn on you,
That your presence here is not accepted.
And then again...
Maybe it has.
But you have desires to inflict upon us your will.
By any means necessary.