april 19th

a poem about conflict resolution



we had a problem
more precisely, they had a problem
with me and i had a problem
with them having a problem
with me
anyway we
knew the only way to find
common ground was over a pint
(a cheap one in a wetherspoons
noone was expecting the moon
on a stick)
and we began to pick
over each others perceptions of wrong
with no-lager camaraderie and beer-loosened tongues
and by the end of the second round
a near resolution had been found
thus demonstating the common drunken conclusion
that the only way we'll ever find a solution
to the problems of the world is not to think
but to make then all sit down and drink