You are an ass.
Argue if you want.
That’s what asses do.
Arguing asses flaunt
Their zest for life.
Their endless fright.
Need to be right.
So sweet right, right?
In this world sir, I reign.
Bow to my way for gain.
Through contrast you stay sane.
But give no quarter,
Here is not for you.
You are but a minor spice.
In this people stew.
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