Unnecessary Stuff

So much unnecessary stuff is kept up.
As if for many,
Without lives living...
From one petty thing to another,
What would be the purpose...
To pass judgement and demean others.
Others already to know them to be petty.

And this makes no difference at all,
To the ones who seem unable to connect...
Their foolishness left behind,
A promising future.
They themselves have chosen to neglect.
To expect their absence of being proactive,
Should be explained with patience to tolerate.
With a growing of B.S.,
Celebrated in minds looking for ways...
To get further messed up and detached,
From a reality made to create their delusions.