It is not my fault the hairs lying abreast the tank of my navel are curly, i grew to see them breathe and wax. <br />It is never my fault the eyes i was given walk three-sixty before my self plan a move. <br />It is not my fault i feel sweet and moon when my eyes fall on feminine pupils. <br />I swear, i just grew and wore them and then i'll undress them too for posterity. <br />It is not my fault, i tried to avert the claws so they pinch the sucker elsewhere. <br />It is not my fault i kiss the clouds when gulping water, daddy did it twice and am sure junior me is lost in the paleness of it already. <br />It is not my fault, not his or junior's, life scribbled it into our heads. <br />It's not a fight, because the armours are red, the heartbeats wont hold a second. <br />It is not my fault i write poems under hollow influence, it sucked its beak into my art. <br />It is not my fault at all. <br />Sometimes i see it cutting so mightily in the marrow; <br />it is not my fault i bawl in thrills of songs that highjacked emotions in the early eighties, they just bit their finger tips i came late. <br />It is not my fault i peer into blue patches of the clouds and dance the rhythm that damp my muse, it joys the path i tread, <br />it is not my fault at all, <br />true, <br />yeah true.<br /><br />Goodnews mememugh Karibo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-is-not-my-fault-2/
