.psyit Happens And It's Not My Fault Poem by NikMorgan ...

We always make crisis out of a drama
We’ve a tendency to tilt to panic
At first we bury our heads in denial
Then we think and act manic

With random acts of random
Sods law applies
Mutter incoherent
Look up to the skies

We never see it coming
It catches us unaware
That nasty bite of reality
Act of fate beware

We never put our hands up
It’s all culpable disclaim
Refute all responsibility
It’s how to play the game