The Blame Game
A poem by MK Douglas Copyright © 2011
I see a big juicy red apple hanging on a tree
If I take one bite will you blame it on me?
Blame what? Is what some of you might say
Judgement on my sin never comes the right way
So blame it all on me, fuss and place the blame
And let it fall on me and just state my name
How lame can we be? How sad can it be?
To place blame freely like we're Adam and Eve?
So blame it all on me, go and place the blame
It came for all to see and show my face in shame.
Now I'm not mad at you for pointing straight at me
I'm just glad I'm not like you who I would hate to be
But enough of this madness. I'd rather choose God's love
Which is tough on sadness, so please do not judge.