Ignorant

You’re probably right.
You FIGHT like you’re right
So you’re probably right.
You’re the loudest
And nobody else can get a word in
So obviously the facts must be there
Hiding behind your clenched teeth
And fiery eyes,
Anger steaming from the edges of your face;
A fit of rage that somebody
Could have the audacity
To question the way that YOU see
The world as it breaks through your filters,
Absorbed and processed by your enormous brain
Analyzed with complete perfection
Before you present it with that shit eating grin,
Calling anybody who doesn’t agree:
Ignorant