It is not my fault the hairs lying abreast the tank of my navel are curly, i grew to see them breathe and wax.
It is never my fault the eyes i was given walk three-sixty before my self plan a move.
It is not my fault i feel sweet and moon when my eyes fall on feminine pupils.
I swear, i just grew and wore them and then i'll undress them too for posterity.
It is not my fault, i tried to avert the claws so they pinch the sucker elsewhere.
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.
It is not my fault, not his or junior's, life scribbled it into our heads.
It's not a fight, because the armours are red, the heartbeats wont hold a second.
It is not my fault i write poems under hollow influence, it sucked its beak into my art.
It is not my fault at all.
Sometimes i see it cutting so mightily in the marrow;
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.
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,
it is not my fault at all,
true,
yeah true.

Goodnews mememugh Karibo

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