His Argument
His argument,
like a chainsaw under no load,
goes like this: rrr, rrrrr, rrrrrr.
So the converse cannot be heard,
let alone examined, and he wins,
crying, ‘Timber!’ in the deforested
desert of his loud mind.
His Argument
His argument,
like a chainsaw under no load,
goes like this: rrr, rrrrr, rrrrrr.
So the converse cannot be heard,
let alone examined, and he wins,
crying, ‘Timber!’ in the deforested
desert of his loud mind.