The Response Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Arguments are real, provocations are the deal
Science holds your blood pressure in abeyance
The ferryman accepts counterfeit coins but only takes you halfway across

On this side, the other 99% don't feel any need to continue responding after the first excuse
After the first go around, they move on to the next tense interaction
After a couple of minutes, the set has been torn down and rebuilt somewhere else

She takes offense at everything and barks like a seal
She balances a world on her kneejerk deaf transactions
I've got a bloody nose from the speed in which her response travels

Individuals fare no better than teams
When respondents cough up hairballs
And the hairballs are given credence as an accepted from of dialogue