A simple word here.
A turn of the phrase there.
Trying to direct the conversation
back to the original discussion.
Yet blocked by the one who won’t listen to reason.
Well, to my reasoning anyways.
Twisting my words back at me,
throwing the metaphors and dialogues into the garbage.
This fair weather co-worker is not worth my time.
Yet I must endure their spite in order to get paid.
Saturn's Premier Poet 