A poem to you and you all

I think of you, I think of you.

Rat-like with your back against the wall

Cornered by my questions, 

Still refusing to concede.

You are wrong and I am right.

I am right and you are wrong.

And if you should happen to disagree, 

Formulate a sound argument if you can.

When you are left with “You can’t make me,

I don’t wanna cos I don’t like it”,

Who’s the adult and who the child?