blame the public poopertoday everything smells of excrementI could blame phantom odors or the echoes of odors in my headbut I'm blaming the public poopers and pee-ers who chose to liberate their bladders in the vibrant bright of train station stairwells. I blame poor track re-routing announcements and a disrespect for this hallowed public space.for months the library of congress struggled to ID the public pooper defaming and lousing the stacksand it was with much astonishment that the culprit--a dressed with care & conservatism--female lawyerwas found to be the human laying hot turds in the stacks.So I say again, blame the public pooper. The smell on the wind today is all hers.
It could have been the heels,the uncle, the beer runfor the hospital commonsroom, or the two sticksof butter, but this blanketisn't as warm as it seemswhen you are tired. Blameyour ex-boyfriend's split-levelor four dirty underpants--it's all the same. Hatingcan only work when you are fourand your parent's take the blame,which at that point is morelike love. For the rest of us,just suck it up, eat your peasslowly--it is just this.
I like the blame poems best of all. Blame the blame poems for being awesome, they can take it.
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