No Quick Fix
We’ve proven there's no quick fix
when we start to yell and cuss.
Oil and water do not mix,
and the same thing goes for us.
When together, night and day,
senseless arguments break out.
And politeness fades away
as we both begin to shout.
Right or wrong, we won't relent;
egos are immune to tears.
And insults fuel our descent,
like drunks quibbling over beers.
Anger rises a degree
when neither of us will bend.
But there's no chance we'll agree,
so our hearts will never mend.
Arrogance spews from our lips,
giving in; is hard to do.
And although all reason slips,
we opt to argue it through.
(Quatrain)
5/2/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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