I play a game with a friend and we give each other words to write poems about, and sometimes depending on the word we have to give the definition. This Miology poem is one of them so here goes, Definition: Hatred of argument, debate, or reasoning.

I hear all the things you say behind my back,

Unfortunately I have a misology to this attack.

I don't wish to fight,

I don't posses the might.

I seem to be a slave to this misology,

It must be the make up of my biology.

I feel no need to debate, It will just fuel my hate. This is not a necessary evil, I'm no stuntman of words like Keenevil. You can think what you think, An drink what you drink. But it doesn't change a thing, Nothing to this argument I bring. Will make you see it my way, So there is nothing left to say. Even if I try, You'll just lie. There's nothing left to reason, It's time for a change of season.  Sorry, damn computer!