Catch a calling pigeon, Tell him what you really think. Express your deepest statements To the rim of your last drink. 'Cause society will tell you That your voice is not worth hearing, As they cast their vicious judgments, With their pompous faces leering.
Release your thoughts into the silent night, Or share them on a small poetry site. Intellectual conformity is promised: We learned to lie without being dishonest.
How does one share an opinion that isn't held by either the majority or the loud minority?