I have no instinct for an argument:
Competition may cull the least and worst
And those who be on lies and hoaxes bent
But in its violence we find disbursed

Most of the gift a speaker offers us
Most of its nuances, much of its charm
And all of its refinements, bringing thus
Our most creative energies to harm

I enjoy best the kindly company
Of those who thank the giver for the gift
Inquiring of its workability
In terms the gen'rous heart and mind uplift

This world provides sufficient roughened hone
Turn we the more refined side of the stone