I was told not to fight fire with fire

And so I fought you with apathy

And turned a polite cheek

To your aggression and volatile judgment

Where your eyes are aflame with indignation

Mine have resigned

Do you feel large?

You, sermon preaching the ills of my ways

Encased in your scripture

Lead a crusade on me

Try not to upset the emotional

They can stand so high on a soapbox