Let’s pretend that it’s all
Somebody else’s fault,
And not our own.
And we can point our fingers at them
And feel happier than we would
If we were dealing with ourselves.
And they’ll get mad, of course—
Because they are like us—
And then we’ll get mad—
Because we are like us, too.
And life will be better that way
Than if we were to be honest and
Rational and responsible for ourselves.
