28/30: Would You Believe...?

Yesterday you had a chance to have apologies heaped upon you by your choice of people and/or things.

Now the shoe is on the other foot, so to speak.  Sort of.

It's time for you to come up with an excuse.  A number of excuses.

First, make a list of things you've done wrong, or people you've wronged.  Again, no such thing as too large or too little.  The best part is, you don't even have to believe you were wrong.  As long as they feel like something is wrong and you have something to say about it, well... that'll work.  Mothers, brothers, lovers, ex's, police officers, bank tellers, people you splashed while driving by, English teachers, the person whose dollar you found in the parking lot last night.  Any or all of them will do.

Now start a poem explaining what happened, or why you were late and/or did them wrong.  Feel free to justify yourself, or invent circumstances where they have to agree it wasn't your fault.  If it spins out of control and takes on a life of its own, so much the better.  Dog ate your homework?  Yes and you had to take the dog to the vet to make sure he didn't die of food poisoning.  Which led to the accident.  The car chase.  The 11 o'clock news.  The war.  Yes, the war.  Don't look at me, I didn't start it.

Check out Compulsively Allergic to the Truth by Jeffrey McDaniel over at poets.org