he is a DOPE she is a DOPE and i am not but i do dig DOPE

Written by: jeffry cohan

          LET THEM CLAIM THE BLAME

I could blame it on befriending a bastardized crowd
The raucous, rambunctious, rowdy and the loud
I could invent and explain excuses exquisite in exactitude and fact    
But they may all be ones I’d be forced one day to redact

I could recite by chapter and verse why I am what I am
And from where all my vices and errors may stem
I might, for instance, instantaneously infer
That all my problems are due to him or to her

I might find people foolish enough to trust in me
And buy into the falsehoods which I doth decree
Sympathy could be a response I’d like to receive
And it wouldst be wondrous if they’d all believe

I may swear by the universe the lies I might tell
And how I came to live in a living hell
However one day I’d have to defend myself with hurdles to vault
Because if the truth be known my dependence on dope is all my fault
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