who is to blame?

and it was not me, i was just following the script - my boss told me to follow and he was doing it because his boss told him do. and you know he had lots to lose. so he blamed it all on me! when i scurried like a rat in high beam headlamps - don't look at me like that! but of course everyone did, when everyone could find a cobweb too tangly: all knots and what not. i can't deal with this *shit* because being politically correct seems to be part of the result and hey, who doesn't want to win? so tell me, tell the audience looking to point fingers, just not at them - when the slow attrition never breaks the wave. never echoes back from a wall too solid to allow a reflection. you know, i am solid right, just doing my job - while the world continues to assign blame. too quick becomes a misjudgment when the results do not aligen with a fat purse. too quick is perfectly fine when it means a fresh of - something cool like cucumber but cucumbers aren't cool. and then the tangled knots begin, the frowns. you know of when to unplug from the data centers heated up - but it is blasphemy these days to say something incoherent to the rising waves refusing to be shut down even when the dribbles are all that is left of despondent you - saying who is to blame. with one arm cast out into that far out ideal the other of suffering, of embracing heat that melts candles a plastic face cannot keep up with this intensity. allow for some grievance, and someone else has to yell of course. who is to blame? it keeps going around, ain't you tired of this charade? i am. just lost my shirt, and pants today. when told i was wrong to follow that script and it never benefited a a victim whose only complain is: i don't want to judge, be the bad guy, i just want to say - this system sucks ass. and everyone keeps tossing and turning unable to do anything different because it is one wave after another and we're all just trying to keep up with appearances.