Quatrain of Blame Me
Scapegoating
Blame me for all that's bad,
point your finger
in my
direction,
If this makes life easier to
follow, let my soul
take the
rejection.
Foul odors coming into your
nose, not sure
whence they
came?
Blame me, you may be right,
meanwhile, don't let
absurdity go
insane.
Yorktown Disciple
Scapegoating
Blame me for all that's bad,
point your finger
in my
direction,
If this makes life easier to
follow, let my soul
take the
rejection.
Foul odors coming into your
nose, not sure
whence they
came?
Blame me, you may be right,
meanwhile, don't let
absurdity go
insane.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 10750
Watch
out
for
foul
odors
out
for
foul
odors
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