Bias Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

We all have a bias.
To have of some kind.
And not to hide a preference.
Since many of those we all have.
Who does not have something,
They regard as a favorite.
With a pushing aside what is disliked.
To know from an experience,
A taste of it to have had...
Does not sit well.
To pretend for it an appetite.

No one who lives with freedoms to choose.
Is seldom accepting.
Of anything they decide to select to refuse.
And if pressured,
Many make a choice to stay away.
That is what having freedom does.
Although many seem to want to argue,
Over which freedoms some should have.
To leave others to pick from a few.
And not done to fight,
As to who or whom decided...
From which few choices left to pick.
To do,
With or without a biasness wished.