Pointless Perturbation

Sometimes I am humored,
By those with shallow depth.
The ones 'assuming'...
Anyone who speaks with a depth,
Has to represent or be connected...
To those who are of 'liberal' ideals.
And they share their 'gifts' of wisdom.

Sometimes I laugh to myself,
When I think how limited...
Programmed minds can be.
Especially when I am approached and asked...
Where did I study.
And what favorite subjects did I have?
With which grade point average did I obtain my degree?

Not too often,
But there have been times I am amazed...
When some people believe,
They are born with more intelligence...
Heaven sent.
And those perceived below them,
Need assistance to connect sentences.

And it is always that 'one'...
Who seems to come to baffle them all.
That 'one' no one can quite figure out.

And that 'one' somebody,
That can not be quite figured out?
Sleeps peacefully like a baby at night.

But...
Can get quite cranky quick.
Like an aging man,
Being disturbed...
By a needless and inquisitive,
Pointless perturbation.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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