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Blame Game: Trial and Denial Rewrite
Original Version (Quatrain):
Again I'm put on trial,
a judgment so tortuous;
but you are in denial–
to see that takes no genius.
When letting go of a grudge
I see you're in no hurry;
but who appointed you judge?
I've yet to see your jury.
So quick to point your finger
at everyone except you;
you're an adult, act mature.
You have confessing to do.
Go on, confess whenever
the truth you refuse to face;
you can't deny forever
that you're a complete disgrace.
You love to play the blame game
so let's play another round;
what's wrong– are you too ashamed
to turn your finger around?
New Version (Song Lyrics):
You’re so devoted to all your grudges,
You cherish them like they're a prize;
You hold them with pride on your pedestal
Bursting with bliss as your relationships die.
Next time you frame everyone's mistakes
And hang them right above their head,
You should hang up a mirror as well
And take a good look at yourself instead.
You love to play the blame game
So let's play another round;
What's wrong- are you too ashamed
To turn your finger around?
You're so foolish to expect anybody
To respect a narcissistic point of view;
Within your childish perception the lens
Is solely focused on you, you, you, and you.
Next time you frame everyone’s mistakes
And hang them right above their head,
You should hang up a mirror as well
And take a good, long look at yourself instead.
You love to play the blame game
So let's play another round;
What's wrong- are you too ashamed
To turn your finger around?
Yeah, you love to play the blame game
So let's play another round;
What's wrong- are you too ashamed
To turn your finger around?
By Anne Currin
3/29/2013 For Debbie's Metamorph Contest
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