Peering Through Windows Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

This has nothing to do with that,
We are told.
But it is.
Some of it at least.

That has nothing to do with this at all.
Yet we are made to become convinced that it is.
Leaving us to know less about 'this'
And more about 'that'...
Which is none of our business.

And peering through windows with pressed noses,
Imagining we are part of a display enclosed inside...
Leaves passersby wondering,
Just how far we will go to get noticed! ?