Idiots

Poem By J.B. LeBuert

Don't argue with an idiot, he's a devil
It's the argument that he desires
He'll drag you down to his own level
Don't argue with an idiot, he's a devil
And in his stupidity, he will revel
In his head he's got crossed wires
Don't argue with an idiot, he's a devil
It's the argument that he desires



Triolet Structured Poem

Comments about Idiots

Yes, and a lot of idiots will, after dragging you down to their level then proceed to beat with experience. Fine sentiments, my friend.
I like the form and the repetition makes it forceful though redundant. Great work!


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