Pay To Be Heard Poem by Ally McDowell

Pay to be heard.
That's right, a tax to speak your mind,
Hurry now, whip out your cedit card,
You don't want to be left behind.

'We'll make you a better writer! '
They eagarly implie,
Well I am a better writer,
But not because of your lie.

What does it mean,
When you pay to be heard?
Shouldn't it be free,
Like the song of a bird?

But lets be honest,
I don't know what to do,
And from the looks of it,
Neither do you.