Gen Carrying The Can - Poem by Mill Field
I'm not putting the blame on you, God,
But, the way it is down here,
It's the one at the top who carries the can,
Takes the flak, does the mop-up jobs,
After all the shitty things
Which periodically happen in our lives.
My own thought on the matter, for what it's worth,
Is that, if we are all in a mess,
We should all carry the can,
All take the flak and all do the mop-up jobs;
We're in it together, let's get out of it together;
Probably much quicker and better that way, anyway.
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