I Could Blame It On Scrabble Or Her Banal Babble

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 addiction is only my fault © 2011.….Phreepoetree