The Confluence Of Particulars Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Obsessive and pronounced onto the wrong people,
The audience had no interest,
Went home early to catch up on watching their Bills
Strident & fierce, face forward & feet first,
It gave life meaning, but the meaning hurt
The confluence of particulars cannot be mirrored,
Yet he is stubborn and proceeds as if everything remains as his ideal station
Accepting what's being offered and being happy with that? Beyond his ken
Still, he can relate,
Although he is still treated as if he's unable to function as such
Coming unglued,
The substance of the information at work are unsuitable,
This tact missing its mark
Must find better and more appropriate means of communication