I have a friend named Martin

Who is a rare creature

He is my intellectual equal

But unlike me he is small

And looks rather weak

Sadly this means

That he is prone to being bullied

Yet when this happens

He destroys his opponents

With his astonishing intellect

I have watched him in action

As he destroys stupid people

(always study their vacant eyes)

Sometimes it takes only a few words

Before his adversary loses the plot

And it is great to watch

Sometimes Martin and I fence

Just for fun as if playing chess

We realise that there will not be a winner

That is not the object of the game

It is like bouncing a ball against a wall

Satisfying repetitive and fluid

Just in a way like life as it passes