He failed but would not let it go.
He would not let things rest.
He has to prod and press and woe
In niggling senseless tests.
He cannot accept evidence.
He contradicts all fact.
His weakness grows in petulance
Yet haggle seems he must.
A pity he’s so insecure.
His desperate noisome pouts.
Yet reason in most still endures
And his time will soon run out.
For Sammi‘s Weekend Writing Prompt: Niggle in 66 words