Can’t Fix A Broken Fence

Does he have to be wrong
To make the divorce alright.
Blame is such a funny word
Voiding one of any responsibility
Going on and on
With justification of self righteousness
And the parade moves down the street
To another town
Glitzed in the same old
Bright colored parachutes
And there is no reason to turn back
Give it one more glance of recognition
Before eventually, dying of denial.