posted on Jul, 6 2011 @ 04:48 AM
Don’t you want somebody to blame?
Somebody to claim your pain.
A perfect partner, full of your hidden disgusts.
Maybe someone that makes you feel like the upper crust.
It’s all about, fooling yourself, no body else.
But it’s easier to fool another.
You can soon make him your younger brother.
Or perhaps your preference is for slaves.
Well paid, for digging their own graves.
Or how about, just making a mother.
First you love her, and then you begrudge her.
To blame and project her and fairly soon.
You will be more than ready to reject her.
Something we’ve all done, blame blame blame.
Isn’t it time for a change?
Make a straight claim and stop spreading pain.
Were all foolishly wasting our time.
Painting these pictures, we become
The masters of crime.
Eliberocelta july2011