Responsibility

Bumping your pushchair, double-loaded with child
Wont mention protection; it’d drive you quite wild
Foot put right in it, black hole I’m afraid
Incessant, unblinking and foul-mouthed tirade
“Didn’t mean to hurt yer, when I gev it some welleh
Looked fuckin’ harmless, when I saw it on telleh…”
Get off that soap-box, as you blame GTA
You did it yourself, at the end of the day
From Government piñata to solemn amen
The call from the grandstand claims: “Not us it’s them!”
From the lad at the window: “It wasn’t me guv!”
To terrorist vengeance, wreaked from above
To reciprocal air-strikes, cause and effect
Shelling like peas those they’d sought to direct
Role models have lawyers, akin to dry ice
Twist outcomes with logic; more spin has its price
This sickness endemic no-one meets the eye
They’d sooner cite rehab then breakdown and cry
Check-in with soundbites, absolved in a week
Dine out on Wossy, acting all meek
Flash-man anti-hero, think Berlusconi
Each ladder-climber a bona fide phony
Seems just the most extreme thing to do
To hold your hands high and admit it was you
The fact it’s a gamble means no dead cert win-win
So when you’ve lost at the table, don’t expect to cash in
Stop ducking the punches when you come out and fight
Stand up and take one; admit you’re not right
The world’s in denial as we point at each other
Backs to the wall else’d never recover
Yet constantly slipping behind one another
Fronting the line-up? Not me, ‘twas my brother
All this denial’s just a game that we play
Can’t we learn from mistakes at the end of the day?
Yet excuses’re entwined, diluting palaver
Honesty’s kernel in bullshit’s cadaver
Regressive renaissance seeks social anthropologist
Caveats abound: web of the apologist