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
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Comments2
Hear hear! Although I don't mind a little verbal (as in not physical) rough and tumble, abuse is never a pathway to truth. 'Trouble is, ' reason, with a strong, solid base' is a pretty rare commodity today (and perhaps always has been).
I love everything about this, the message and your rhyme, brilliant, rolls off the tongue, I've had a boyfriend like this and I truly love the way your courage takes its place and shows the real truth of any bully, there are many, I even have them in my own family. I really think this is wonderful. Let's keep them as far from our kind souls as possible. 🌹
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