Verbal jousting

A match of wits, you say

But your wits are as sharp as dandelion

So you strike back with your ego

Which is as fragile as glass

Yet sharp as tacks

Because you do not yield

You do not listen

And you say you are speaking

With wit

And with tact

But you shy away

And form an attack

Based on your own

Heinous bigotry

And blindness

So, tell me, 

Are we jousting?

Or are you merely throwing stones?