We have found ourselves in a situation,
After what started as a civil conversation,
Quickly turned into an aberration.
It must be the smoke-and-drink combination,
That has us in such heated animation,
And in such stern determination.
The room has quieted in anticipation,
For our next cunning communication,
In an attemp at final annihilation.
And, suddently I have a revelation,
On how to end this altercation,
All I need is a moment of application.
It comes after your explanation,
Of my argument's weak foundation,
And request of my confutation.
I smile in mock-admiration,
And admit my frustration,
But not before I mark your articulation,
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The Silly Fight