She poses and postures
And prances about
As if on grand parade
For the very purpose of making
Her acrimonious case against you —
The point of it all being in
Convincing a certain audience
That she is in the right
And you are in the wrong
And that that’s all there is to it.
It’s that simple in her mind.
She’s sure she’s right;
That is not in question.
And she has a dozen points,
Any of which will surely do
To unhinge you —
She is sure.
So it matters very little whichever
She should choose to employ.
It is not a matter of proofs, after all—
Though she may carry on as if it is—
But it is actually a matter of predetermined conclusions—
Of axioms that are beyond questioning in her mind,
Even though she pretends to be the questioning sort,
For whom it makes a moral difference how aptly a matter is reasoned out.
But she doesn’t care about the details.
Indeed, that’s how she got to where she is in the first place,
With her predetermined conclusions
And her ineptitude in knowing how to tell what is true and false about any matter.
She is a liar,
Hoping that there is no God
To find her out,
And in a rage
To trample whatever truth is necessary
To have her pouting way in this
Lie-tolerant world.
She will hate you for pushing back
As to the truth.
She considers herself entitled to have her way
With this world without the likes of you raising questions
Of Fact, Logic, and Sourcing.
She will pretend to know something about
Rights and Principles and Freedom and Justice.
She will be snuffed out in time.
Silenced.
Done.
Discontinued.
And in that quiet, holy place,
Her commotion will have no place.
Nor will any other such person be there.
And the silence of it will be glorious
In that regard.
And there will be peace,
And the liar heard no more.
But until then,
She dances her dance,
Buck naked,
Though pretending herself clothed
With reason and truth and honor,
And prancing her shame for all to see,
As if there are none in this world who
Know a naked woman when they see one.
And she thinks you need her company,
When, in fact, she cannot devise a good way
To be rid of it herself.
