Oh Pinions
Oh the pinions of the mind
grinding gears crunching numbers
or worse - thoughts
into a pulpy mass
of statistics, hearsay,
and abject obfuscation.
In my humble, or not so,
opinions, are the detritus
of ideas filtered through
the hoarders nest of
stacked sentiment
and excess baggage.
Ah, opinion, the bondage
of the brilliant,
the handcuffs
of the hooligans mind.
Opinion, the closed door
to the room of rationality,
the hovel of the "humble" masquerade.
Opinion, the voice of those
who do not listen
yet wait to talk
Ah, opinion
a consensus of confusion
meandering through
the synapses
of statesmen.
6/24/2020
Opinion Poetry Contest
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment