The Dogmatist - Poem by Justin Reamer
The dogmatist is someone you don't mess with,
If you have not met her ever before,
And believe me, you don't want to mess with her,
For she can be quite cold.
The dogmatist is
A fellow high school student,
Amongst one of my peers,
Who is a junior along with me,
Who is of the creative arts.
She truly believes in her ways,
And she believes she is always right,
For you don't mess wit her,
Or her temper will go soaring.
Her hair is long and blond,
As to identify what she looks like,
And her eyes are a deep brown-green
She is rather tall,
And quite pallid,
That she might stick out to you;
However, her beauty is quite striking.
She argues all the time,
Saying that her views are right,
Or at least in her debate class,
And she has her 'corn-pone opinions, '
As Mark Twain words it,
About everyone around her.
The dogmatist deems some people worthless,
Some people of the utmost value,
Some people musically challenged,
Others very interesting,
And me socially inept.
The dogmatist does not like me one bit,
Due to the stupid things of freshman year,
And she is still attached to the dickhead,
Who had dated her just last year.
It is honestly very interesting
That someone could be so bigoted,
And I cannot understand why
Anyone would hate another person.
She is in no way a pragmatist,
For she challenges your train of thought,
But she is very dogmatic,
Saying that she is always right.
I cannot understand why
She finds the need to argue,
And I certainly can't understand
Her own corn-pone opinions.
Maybe if I made up to her,
Maybe we could be friends again,
But, for now, things are rough,
And it's going to take a lot.
I'll see what I can do
With the dogmatist of old,
I will make up to her,
And all will be forgotten,
But it is still interesting,
Why she doesn't let it go.
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