The Giant

There once was a giant, many he held captive
Strong opinions he had, though none were adaptive
he'd take innocent people and lock them away
to argue with him 'til the end of their days
forced to put up with his circular logic
his fiery views all but demagogic
he did this because it was his true passion
to squabble with others in an unorganized fashion
they'd sit and they'd listen, not knowing his errors
his fallcies and loopholes, a logicians terror
slowly the giant got bored of so simple opposition
he needed the aid of a true rhetorician
so one day he captured one skilled in speech
and to him the giant began to preach
his extensive list of ideas and beliefs
all slightly the same, as if a motif
and when he was done the man said "is that all?"
so the man piece by piece tore apart the whole wall
the stances and points of the giant all fell
and then one could see, they could see very well
that all of the bricks that made up his wall
were crumbly and skinny, not sturdy at all
the giant sat stunned in teh pile of rubble
in awe a small man could cause so much trouble
unable to accept that he had been wrong
nonsensical rebuttles were released in throngs
tried to stay on top, throwing out false sets of proof
tried to rebuild the house on which he had no roof
but the roof that he built, he built it too thin
so when the storms came again the rain fell right in
sensing his demise, he yelled in desperation
the words he believed would be his salvation
he yelled as they rapped his argument in pall
"i am still right, for i'm big and you're small
i can easily squash you with the slap of my hand
and that means i'm right, oh isn't it grand?"
the rhetorician replied "i fear not your stature
your roof is still weak, for you are no thatcher."