No one takes it home
They come and try
I watch them deny
The price, I displayed
Is Soul Work
Emotion-coated quirks
A quality that doesn\'t
Have it\'s gauge defined
Little consensus
Alot of free trials
They try and they leave
Like thin sand
Through a golden sieve
Pretty much, I don\'t sell
And their minds dwell
On how much it takes
To make my living, alive
Some are jealous
Of my riches
Some make fun
Of my poverty
Little consensus
A lot of free speech
About what lies
Beyond their reach.
-Al