That Question Is Too Easy

You accuse me of not being there for you.
After you chose to do something,
I warned you not to do.

And you come to find me at fault?
To sell me guilt,
With a sadness you've brought?

I must look like a fool to you?

I said,
I must look like a fool to you?

'Ask me something else.
That question is too easy.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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