An Easier Way to Get Outside

I feed ideas.
And they still attempt to produce,
Fire from striking rocks.

I see them,
Knocking their heads against walls.
I do my best to show them...
An easier way to get outside,
Is to use the door.
That's what it is there for.

I feed ideas.
And they still attempt to produce,
Fire from striking rocks.

I turn on the lights.
And no one notices,
The switch.
I am accused of having magic powers.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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