Subjective

I know that art’s subjective;

Everyone has different taste,

So one exhibit that I love

Might be, to you, a waste.

 

The same applies to music –

Some like opera, jazz or blues,

Country, rock and roll or show tunes –

What some pick, I’d never choose.

 

And what about vacations?

Many opt for beach or isle,

While a city with museums

Is a trip to make me smile.

 

Disagreements are expected

Where the government’s concerned,

But to me, what’s most upsetting

Is the lesson I have learned…

 

That no longer can we argue

With civility and poise.

Respect has been replaced with

Lowlife nastiness and noise.

 

This has come to be accepted –

Points of view can’t be discussed

And the bullies bloviate and leave us

Trampled in the dust.