Don’t blame the sinner

Don’t blame the sinner.
If the saint went wrong,
Each one to his own
Final fantasies,
Of eternal life,
Of hell or paradise.
Ideologies,
Born inside our heads,
Is private property.
Each one to his own
Wayward devices.
So what more can I say,
This and every day:
Don’t blame the sinner
If the saint went wrong.

Don’t blame the system
If your stuff breaks down.
That’s because it’s shoddy
Like everything else around.
Who’s to blame but us
We want everything for nil
And then we sit and moan
When nothing really works.
It’s a gyp-joint paradise,
With 5 minute goods,
That melts before your eyes,
In a polluting mound,
Filling up all our fields
Or burnt off in a pyre.
So what more can I say,
This and every day:
Don’t blame the sinner
If the saint went wrong.
Don’t blame the system
If your stuff breaks down.

I was wondering if there might be anyone who could add a verse to this little ditty?  If you’d like to have a go…just add your addition in the comments!

Opps…just discovered I was too late for the grid…better luck next week.  I’ll leave the badge up ’cause I did write this for them.

Everyone, have a nice day!