The Unoffical Black-Sash Poem.

Faced with thinkers you can't placate?
Just give them someone else to hate.

We're being duped, let's pool our might.
No. First you have to admit I'm right.
That side's yours and this one's mine.
The truth can never cross this line.
I'm always right, you're always wrong.
Oh yeah, so what, we've got the bomb!

Ash to Ash, Dust to Dust.
Our city of Gold, Turned to Rust.

But I won the arguement, and that's what counts.

[edit on 17-3-2005 by The Vagabond]