Arguers
You sip your green tea,
I quaff my cold
beer;
you'll kill for a front seat,
I'll murder for
a rear;
I'll fight for the puma,
you for the
panda;
you boo while I cheer,
now increasily
clear;
reasons you won't hear,
no business being
here;
lest tempers go nuclear,
let's just both
disappear!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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