Mosquito

The echo howls through halls

While a question is purposely ignored

Trying to keep face

While strangers listen to problems

 

A simple solution would be simple

However non existent

As the words contained herein

Are deep and meaningless

Finding fulfillment in the mundane

Distraction of movies and sound

Driving lights to the population

To brighten their day without smile

A jogger that is too full to run

Is bitten by misquotes to feed their young

Books that must be read

And lectures that must be addressed

When will the energy come

To soundly rest?

This meaningless poem

Finds its way to the internet

To a blog

To your computer

And if the poet is any good

Into your thoughts

 And once into your thoughts

Assuming the poem is any good

Which we know is not

Will you not eat its content?

And if you do not drink of its meaning

What is the purpose behind the words?

May be the poet is just full of hypocrisy

And like the mosquito

 He feeds it to his young