Oh, how brilliant your strategy, so clever and grand,
To think insults would shift my stance where facts cannot stand.
\"Idiot,\" \"moron,\" you spit with such grace,
Convinced that your name-calling will put me in place.
Do tell, where did you learn this persuasive art?
From the school of bullies? A truly noble start.
Did you take a class in Berating 101,
Where the lesson was clear: call names, and you\'re done?
Your logic, it dazzles, shines so bright,
Insults over insight, truly a delight.
\"Change my mind,\" you demand with a sneer,
Yet facts and reason are what I hold dear.
Why bother with evidence, with logic, with reason?
When shouting and mocking are always in season.
But here’s a secret, a tip just for you,
Facts change opinions—who would\'ve knew?
So, come at me with reason, with a strong, solid base,
Not with your insults, your spite, your disgrace.
For name-calling, my friend, will never prevail,
In the battle of minds, it’s destined to fail.
© Susie Stiles-Wolf