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the bones of an argument

Crossed words and chips

You hover over the bones of a dead argument
 
You’ve eaten all the flesh and there’s nothing left
 
You pick them up and use them for stock
 
And ponder the culinary gift
 
Your the queen of quarrels bar none
 
Though I don’t admire your thrift
 
Because its always me being force fed
 
The resurrection of crossed words and chips

(2013)

If you've ever argued with a wife or girlfriend you will know where I'm coming from

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