Dead-End Debates Poem by DM W

I'm very tired of
your contorted responses
to pressing matters.
You strangle debate. You don't
seem to be aware
that the sweet luxuries of
infinite time are
not available to us.
Next you'll be asking
me how many angels can
dance on the head of
a pin? O for God's sake, stop
putting your head in
the sand you pathetic man!
We only have these
blazing moments to decide
what is right and help
end this current genocide.