The Power of Repetition

My mind is poisoned by the words

Of foolish people I don't like;

I know their schemes of thought too well,

Even those that really smell.

The power of repetition works,

Even when the content sucks;

It's wise to turn your face away,

Don't give the fools the time of day.

I've read the words of those I hate,

Whose ugly notions really grate;

I thought I read them to confront,

Like moth to candle flame I went.

The academic's daft ideal

Of knowing both sides of the question

Did my peace of mind quite steal

And left me without inner bastion.