The cause of the casualty
Is not and was never
Under dispute
All factors and or witnesses recognize the party
Of whom guilt is most likely
To be awarded
And that party it would seem
Beyond a reasonable thought
Would be you
Or so it seems
This being early in this tale of forlorn melodrama
This is the direction those fingers point
At any rate
Some fingers wagging also, in chastisement
While the casualty or victim
Almost forgotten
And the mob so baying for blood
Only has the word of one
Telling them which way to point
The pitchforks
Namely I
Your once closest friend
Now enemy
Said casualty is boxed up and ready to roll
On its final journey
Too bad it can't speak
And the majority fingers of those moral majorities
Do seem directed at your sagging frame
The probability of all your problems
Flowering into further growths
Seems assured
A jury of your peers assembled on the streets
Baying for blood
While the true cause of said casualty
Smiles
Such a tight formal smile
And watches on delighted
Namely I
By: Daniel Smallegange
