This untitled business is getting tiring…I’m actually going to start thinking of titles for untitled poems by my younger ‘self’…I mean, come on (how hard could it be…a title…any title…)


It’s so easy to point a finger

Sit and blame somebody else

Owning up is a hard-earned virtue

Few can boast to qualify

Standing up to accusation

Contrite to a listening world

Makes a man out of a donkey

And turns to donkey babbling man

© 1998


I know why my younger self wrote this poem… I’m sure it was something to do with Clinton…was it the Monica Lewinsky saga??