When blame is cast
Performance often weak
Faced with story problems from the start
Missed cues amassed
Interest fails to pique
Lose the point of just what to impart
Narrow broadcast
Empty headed critique
No sides, sow ardor a la carte
So much bombast
Point of view oblique
While truly a story, is it art?
Out, the downcast facing culpability
At some stages the show disappoints
Disowned by our own gullibility
Alone the guilty finger points
Upon the bully pulpit
The man of god regales
A people on the wages of their sin
Breathes fire from the bull pit
Paradisal tales
Of heaven and just why we won’t get in
And even though it’s bullshit
Such blather never fails
To generate the proper discipline
Blame devil in his coal pit
For humanities travails
Outsourcing all the reasons we can’t win
Down the outlaw faces culpability
In kingdoms where corruption anoints
Apotheosis of our imbecility
From there the guilty finger points
Engulf cities in flame
Cast people into despair
Humanity can choke upon its rancor
Play the global game
The glutted little care
That their future’s governed by the tanker
Incapable of shame
Depredations everywhere
Society as heartless as a banker
Point fingers of blame
There’s guilt enough to share
No reason sinking with our moral anchor
Downtrodden the outcast faces culpability
In such empires corruption appoints
Apotheosis of irresponsibility
From here the guilty finger points
Outraged the downsized face dispensability
Dejected directive disjoints
A pox upon our inflexibility
For here the guilty finger points