Out To Eliminate Frivolous Trivia
Taking time for the ridiculous,
No longer crosses my mind.
I'm out to weed these days.
Out to eliminate frivolous trivia.
I've donate enough of my mind to those times.
And participated with the deliverance,
Of my own foolishness.
And I don't intend to do that for the rest of my life.
Stuck in cemented buckets,
May be those tools by a mason...
Forgetting to use bricks to lay.
And I recognize needless nonsense delays.
May I use your hatchet, please?
Some heads are about to roll!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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