Entitled

I fucked up,

but somehow,

without much effort,

I truly believe that

I can make it

ALL YOUR FAULT



Because you should have broadcast

on the radio

or sent an airplane

with one of those banners

trailing,

sending instructions across the sky

and maybe then

I might not have forgot

what it was that

I was supposed to do

but, as that didn’t happen,

I, the stupid asshole,

lay the blame

SOLELY

upon you.

Published by Dullard poet

I have been writing mediocre poems since childhood. To me the process of writing is a release and the results, however mundane, give me a sense of pride. I am a busy teacher, mother (hockey mum), wife, pet owner as well as being a reader, sometime raver and a reasonable friend.

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