Blame Game: The All American Sport (a Poem)

The Blame Game: It’s how we roll

Iraq is afire as ISIS runs wild

Inducing a flood of political bile

Lacking ideas to put out the flame

Pols look to finger someone to blame

Obama’s at fault, intones the far right

He shouldn’t have taken us out of the fight

Young Bush is the one, bawl lefty brigades

Iraq was contained ’til he chose to invade

The culprit’s Bush I, mad neocons shout

‘stead of sacking Bagdad, he simply wimped out

Graying Dems do aver it was fear of Iran

That induced sly Reagan to succor Saddam

So, while the airways reek with invective

We have to decide which path is corrective

Shrug as our common bond gets dismembered

Or vote out the gasbags come this November

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Rick Blum

Rick Blum has been writing humorous prose and poetry for more than 25 years during stints as a nightclub owner, high-tech manager, market research mogul and, most recently, alter kaker. Currently, he is holed up in his Massachusetts office trying to pen the perfect bio, which he plans to share as soon as he stops laughing at the sheer futility of this effort.