Blame It On The Squirrels Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

With a created reason,
Promoted by a more creative purpose...
That identifies squirrels gathering nuts,
To store as Winter approaches...
As being threats to a declining way of life.
Or how they manage to survive,
With a doing that leaves the trees...
No longer able to provide fresh air to breathe,
Will one day be used to convince the people...
Living in urban environments,
That the ridding of trees...
To then schedule the breath they breathe,
Will advance their enhancement...
With a doing to then qualify them for equality.

'That's ridiculous.
Who in their right mind is actually going to believe,
They can schedule their breath to breathe? '

Who in their right mind is going to believe,
Someone else is the cause and reason...
Why they have chosen to disrespect themselves,
With a doing it continually 'and' effectively?

'And you are saying...
The squirrels gathering nuts to store away,
Before the Winter comes...
Has done this to those living in urban environments? '

Yes.
And I've also heard it said,
Some bees avoid certain flowers...
Because they are racist.

'NO WAY? '

Yes.
'Way'.
But you didn't hear it from me.

'Well...
Who did I hear it from? '

Blame it on the squirrels.
They are the only ones left,
That have not been accused of anything.
Yet.
But if you get enough people to believe you,
Who knows?
You might get to be on TV.

'Really?
You think so? '