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A loner is out to get,
Whatever he desires;
Because he will never fret,
If his words do start fires.
He opposes reasoning,
A rationale way of thought;
Using words with seasoning,
Forgetting all he was taught.
For a fool never finds joy,
In understanding others;
Since he would rather destroy,
Any person that bothers.
Only his own opinion,
In expression will matter;
Living in his dominion,
Other ideas must scatter.
For wickedness brings contempt,
Insult will bring with disgrace;
Arguing will only attempt,
Anger for him to embrace.
The words that come from the lips,
Are like waters that will drown;
And be like poison one sips,
That can put another down.
Wisdom can be like a stream,
That will overflow its banks;
Or rainbows from a light beam,
As it will go through the ranks.
It is never good to judge,
Partial towards anyone;
You will start holding a grudge,
When your hatred has begun.
For a fool likes to argue,
His mouth invites a heating;
Since they will never construe,
Jesus on the cross bleeding.
C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer
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