Do you sell opinions for maybe a buck?
I can tell that you think I am pushing my luck.
You laugh at my “banter” and then glance away,
but I just saw you sell your opinion today.

You did not win a check or any grand prize,
which really does not come as a surprise.
Opinions are given away in a heap,
but I can tell you, they sure are not cheap!

The cost of Patrick Henry’s immortal last words
were lives in a war between two different worlds.
Now rough-riding Americans could have their own say,
just because of those words that were spoken that day.

Hide a man’s face and they will speak true
because most men are cowards and so were you.
And now you are judged not for what you have read,
but for the lies you have told, and for what was not said.

So smell the sugary aroma of a fresh thought
because beliefs are found in yourself and not taught.
Let the surge of sensations break down that door,
Because isn’t that what opinions are for?