Mud Wrestling Never Made a Winner

"Yeah… these days, folks throw words sharper than knives. But not every cut’s worth a scar." They told me, "Sticks and stones will break your bones," Now it’s posts and tweets that cut right to the bone. Some folks gotta clap back, loud and mean, Swingin’ wild at shadows, on a little glowing screen. Mud wrestling never made a winner, It just leaves you dirty and tired. Keep your hands clean, keep your heart steady, Walk away before the flames get fired. Now words can sting, sure, they leave a bruise, But you don’t have to fight every headline in the news. Like wrestling gators in the midnight mud, You’re bound to get bit and drag home the blood. You gotta know the difference between danger and a jab— A real threat, you face it. But some folks throw pebbles just to see you chase ‘em… And that’s their game, not yours. Mud wrestling never made a winner, It just leaves you dirty and tired. Keep your hands clean, keep your heart steady, Walk away before the flames get fired. High-conflict hearts, they love to fan that flame, Pointing fingers, playing that blame-the-name game. But peace don’t grow where the dirt runs deep, It grows where truth’s planted and kindness keeps. "Sometimes… the best punch you throw is no punch at all."