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