All My Fault?
The guinea pig has fleas,
there are grass stains on my knees,
AND IT’S ALL MY FAULT?
There’s mustard on the floor,
and flies came in the door,
AND IT’S ALL MY FAULT?
The milk is warm and sour,
all the bread has been devoured.
THAT TOO IS ALL MY FAULT?
Why, when I walk into the room,
do you always start to fume
LIKE IT’S ALL MY FAULT?
Did I cause the national debt?
The creeping ozone threat?
IS THAT ALL MY FAULT?
How ‘bout overpopulation?
Did I pollute the habitation?
IS THAT ALL MY FAULT?
Was I born to take the blame?
A guilty face to fit your frame?
LIKE, THIS IS ALL MY FAULT?
I didn’t make the traffic slow,
but that delinquent video
is mine.
That one is all my fault.
Sara Holbrook
My new idol that I look up to for the answers. She has my feelings wrapped up in so many poems, and this is one of them that I wanted to share with you.
~Stacey~
