A debate fought to conquer,
To triumph the opponent
A peculiar comment.
A spiteful smirk.
A wicked antic.
A response should be quick and cruel,
I so conclude.
Where is bounty for the victor?
Debasing himself on course.
Hand the ribbon to your opposer
Let he who preveils burn with glee.
And speak no word which demeans.
Be the fitter man,
For who wants plentiful enemies?
For which soul yearns to be loathed?
For which sane life craves a rabid beast?
Victory is certianly yours,
But ultimatly mine.
You are the victor
But I am the vanquished.