Dog and Pony Show

I feel like I'm being preached to,
I'm a little kid again.
Torn down like a building,
not a brick unturned.
I listen to the instructions,
boredom and confusion sets in.
The purpose of this task is eluding,
like a punishment for a crime not committed.
Felling like a performer,
putting a show on for all to see.
I must entertain for the judge,
or be given much criticism.
This serves some purpose,
justification for one's position.
It isn't for a noble reason,
when you are helping someone who doesn't need to be around.