My arguing days are all over
I am no longer it's drover,
I now say what is on my mind
Whether it be caring or even unkind.
I will not argue with you anymore
And I don't care what you have in store,
Because seemingly you are always right
No longer, do I need or want to fight.
I am so tired of all the quarrels
And your lack of facts and morals,
I am sick and tired of this constant feuding
And also your childish brooding.
This fact to you I will also tell
Any argument is now between you and hell,
And this other truth I can also tell you so
When you want to argue, that is where you can go.
Randy L. McClave
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