Necessary for the end product

Opening the front door
in drifted a pamphlet,
the cover read simply:
When will
suffering end?

Scoffing
& rolling my eyes
w/ a knowing smirk, I
left it sitting on the
kitchen table.

My mother arrived
& walking by,
she picked it up & read
it aloud w/ a healthy
laugh, stating:
What would
be
the point?