Howling, wailing, squawking, squealing.

Countering the caterwaul,

words amiss, brain bleeding, reeling, peeling

at inconsistencies in language,

finding a fault in their armor.

Build an argument of assemblage

to tear it all down. 

That's the nature of arguments,

proving you're right,

giving in to the inner plea to start a fight.

Pausing, breathing, stopping, ceasing.

Thoughts crossing your mind, delaying, waiting,

hesitating.

What would happen if you were to desist?

Give up, draw back, refrain, resist?

Confuse the enemy and yourself.

Not a war or battle of words.

Instead now you're finding you're more mature,

can resist the lure to argue or fight.

Not giving up, but growing up,

knowing you don't have to prove that you're right

to triumph, achieve, succeed in life,

avoid strife, using your tongue as a knife.

Wrangling contention really has no point

if you don't learn from it.

You don't need to be right.

Your ideas aren't airtight,

and maybe that's alright.