Not My Fault

A good poet always knows Writer's block don't exist There's too many things to blame it on That I simply can't resist I blame it on the the cat And the way he looks at me Or maybe it's that picture It's not where it used to be I blame it on the birds They're singing way too loud Or maybe it's my mother-in-law That woman's way too proud I blame it on my pants They just don't fit quite right Or sometimes, it's my shoes They're always way too tight I blame it on my wife Her cooking is way too good Or maybe it's my dog For not listening like he should Sometimes, it's the tv I gotta watch the game And if my team loses I've got something else to blame I even blame it on my neighbor He lives way too close I blame it on my breakfast And all that juice and toast I blame it on everything For what's a man to do And yes, there are even times When I blame it all on you