Place the Blame or Punt?
When all has come to naught
And dreams must be forgot
The gong doth chime O’clock
And all is well by clock
The curtains open wide
And I no longer hide
My disdain and disgust
Perfection is a must
Yet the show must go on again
New actors for scenes already been
How can we then live in the world?
In wombs we can hide all curled
Watching in our living rooms
What’s been buried in the tombs?
The same ‘ol stuff in perfect square
But do we even have a care?
Visions come so rightly focused
Then they’re gone like hocus-pocus!
Just as you’ve seen enough
They scrape up more – you’re handcuffed!
For you are to join in their hunt
To place the blame or punt
But where does the touchdown take you?
When another game waits in the bayou?
Yet even the gator must suffer
When we take his skin for leather
And what do the tabloids write?
They soon think what they’ll bite
Over and over again
The gator’s mouth is open – when?
Just to take a bite out of crime
But much more is bit off in due time
Since more than they could chew
Certainly is not on their menu
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