My Soul Is Not For Sell Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Hmmm...
Let's see.
You wish for me to pick,
Which belief...
I find less deceiving?

'Yes. Yes. Pick, pick.'

Okay.
I pick...
What are you doing?

'Just providing to you,
Some incentive.'

Is that a REAL stack,
Of one hundred dollar bills.'

'Oh. Wait a minute.
I almost forgot.
Also...
Here is an 18 carat gold watch.
Now pick.'

I pick...
The belief that is less impressive.

'Why?
Why that one? '

My soul is not for sell.

'Nonsense.
Eventually,
You will find that belief...
Worthless.'

That may be true.
According to you.
But the peace I will keep,
And have earned...
Is priceless.
And...
If I were you,
I would not bet on...
Which belief I keep will prevail.