Blame Poem by Craig Turner

The future's hungover,
Where misgivings may lay,
Travelling in a renditions bubble,
The past is sober,
Sound out your stories of dismay,
Place mats laid for every mood of the day.

Blame sun stroke,
Conscience doesn't sleep,
Flow out live,
One stop your allowed,
The past recommends,
A path laid for the where the future derives.

We can be free,
Laying off,
Letting that, that makes no sense,
Letting it lie,
Placing a foot down,
Blaming only yourself.