Shortchanged

"A dollar for it Ma'am"

For something worth a cent;

Then dissatisfaction rants,

And disbelief vents.

The simplest of issues,

Embedded in man's own tissues.

Why, it's in our DNA

We'll never like to pay--

For our actions nor our choice;

To Consequence, we stare in dismay.

All we like is gain,

Or squirming in complains.

Oh. The pinch is hurtful

Even more where meaning holds

As when even with words we're short

Of the feelings that we've talked

Never expressed as a whole

Falling short of our goal

How dreadful do you feel

When layers of truth are peeled

Or when emotions are veiled

And effectiveness of expression, is but jailed?

To each mind's meaning of it;

Transferring it all's no easy feat.

True feelings ain't written or said,

For then it won't be true-- but paid.

Only through solid actions

Can you prove the inexplicable emotions

And concoct a healing potion

Only through unthinkable reaction

Can you reflect your rage

Towards this situation

You endeavor to salvage

This shortchange in our language