An Argument

An argument goes round and round
And round and round again
Until you take a breather,
Then you have to say “Amen!”

The rationalizations
Or attempts to change one’s mind
Repeat themselves ad nauseum
As they become entwined.

There’s often no escape hatch.
Like a hamster on a wheel,
The purpose is to stay in place
And every sound’s a squeal.

The only way to stop it
Is to pause and have a beer.
Though nothing’s solved, at least there is
A nicer atmosphere.