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.