School of snappy answers
Diploma on the wall
No one gets the better
When my rancour is on call.
Argument I master
Ridicule a pro
Just how bad they get to look
They really just don’t know.
Hence I get a hearing
Hence my views prevail
Arguers all receive a dose
And quickly they turn tail.
But I seem so tired
Fight has lost its thrill
Haven’t liked this in myself
No, and never will.
What a reputation
“Don’t cross swords with him.”
Oh to find some peace,
Accord and gentleness within.
Christ I hear you calling
Sermon on the HIll
Strange contentment beckons me
Can I change; I will.
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