Blaming Pryo Cat
He was the first pyromaniac cat I had ever met.
Some said he was too focused, too intense.
I thought he was brilliant, and yet….
I was terrified of his logic, it made lots of sense.
He had quite a following, I joined his cult right away.
He had barrels of petrol and gasoline too
We all wanted our own matchbooks, we wanted to play.
I ended up in prison, tried blaming him too.
He somehow escaped all blame, he was a whiz.
At passing the buck, persuading others to do his bidding.
I wish I had never listened and done all of his biz.
I blame him totally. Okay. Who am I kidding?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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