the bones of an argument
Crossed words and chips
You hover over the bones of a dead argument
You’ve eaten all the flesh and there’s nothing left
You pick them up and use them for stock
And ponder the culinary gift
Your the queen of quarrels bar none
Though I don’t admire your thrift
Because its always me being force fed
The resurrection of crossed words and chips
(2013)
If you've ever argued with a wife or girlfriend you will know where I'm coming from
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