Inside Out

Poem By Cory The Alchemist

Why waste your time in arguing with fools
Let them enjoy their opinions in life
Just to their own devices let them be
Since disagreements only lead to strife.

Why waste your time in arguing with those
Whose opinions you cannot hope to change
I suppose arguments are born of a power thing
In our own small ways we can be very strange.

Their views are set in concrete it does seem
Although with them you do not see eye to eye
Their own opinions surely are their own
And self thought to none we have a right to deny.

Why waste your time in arguing with fools
When they only believe in what they think they know
You tell them their opinions are all wrong
And of them you will only make a foe.

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