Scapegoat

You’re only with me for the name

I carry, with it all the blame.

Tossed into your flame, I’ll be yours;

An escape, an excuse, the maker of shame.

Drugged and dead, I take a ride inside

The transparent skin of society;

Digital and automatic, we override.

(This isn’t love, it’s fluorescent and

Transactive, this is suicide).

I’ll be blamed a million times,

I’ll be called a million names.

I’ll watch a million faces

Taint this poly-euro-fame.

I am your scapegoat. I have a deleted name.

I am your scapegoat. I will be forever

An escape, an excuse, the maker of shame.