He wasn’t really a bad sort
Didn’t pull the wings off flies
Never cheated on his income tax
Wasn’t prone to telling lies
Worked hard to make a living
Just like most fellas do
But confrontation was his thing
An arguer through and through
If you said “black” he’d come back “white””
And one thing I suspect
He just enjoyed upsetting folks
His words had that effect
“I don’t care a tinkers damn
what people think of me”
“If they don’t like me, that’s their fault”
He often said to me
He wasn’t a debater though
Not quite as skilled as that
And often times his logic seemed
to be half-baked and flat
But never fond of losing face
He’d merely argue on
His words lost all civility
before too very long
His words turned quick to insults
Name calling was his game
His rudeness and bombast it seems
gained him quite a name
Convinced his point was always right
He never would back down
Eventually he had no one
to talk to in the town
His reputation spread at last
Infamous in town lore
And when he died no one showed up
Afraid he’d argue more
The Arguer
