W.S.M Excuse

I love excuses.
Its that time when
The human race
Really challange
There imagination.

A squalid monument to self pity.
They must use up
Sevreral brain cells
From there petty crown.
Go on,
At least get creative
When letting me down.

So what's your excuse?
Dog ate your homework?
You fell asleep?
Wasn't fast enough?
No tears when you weep!.

You watched on
As you sat on the fence.
Gave your testimony
As I took the stand
In my defence.
No reason given
No exsplenation to
Justify your offence.

Your a poor
inadequate atomatron
Of human nature.
A travesty of human skin
A pitiful example of human exellance
A tragic specimen
Playing the world's smallest violin.

So what's your excuse?.