Playing God

For crying out loud
I’m not the one to blame
that label falls squarely on your shoulders
Johnny-come-lately playing for keeps
without so much as a customary introduction

Full of good intentions I hounded your sorry ass
until you cried wolf once too often
mistaken for someone who could give a damn
if you live or die
trying to bury the past

And as tradition would have it
I’m having the last hearty laugh

Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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