I spoke my words with such wrath,
Like flames had ignited my laugh.
To the man across from me,
He now sat and shifted uncomfortably.

In arguments, trials and time,
Anger can create much crime.
But you sit and speak tenderly.
Alas, I can’t take you seriously.

Underestimating the calmly stock,
Those stoic like a rock.
And when one speaks too soft for me,
I will stop and inspect your audacity.

So when in argument commit no foul,
But don’t forget your critical scowl.
Because when a man speaks so tenderly,
He often manipulates what you can see.

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