Scapegoat

Poetry

#FOWC #Scapegoat

Sat at your desk

Carrying out his orders, just

As the front door bursts open and

Police fill the floorspace

Everyone who worked with you knew you were

Going to take the fall for your boss

Out in tropical waters, he’s enjoying the high life

As you are led out in handcuffs

Travelling towards a police cell

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