Scapegoat - Lucy Coombs

poem read by Timothy Arliss OBrien

Scapegoat
Lucy Coombs

There is a scapegoat that frequents our space

It barges through the side gate like it owns the place

It chews through dunny paper, to the last shred

Leaves the fridge open and demolishes the eggs

It misplaces keys

Burns the Sunday roast

Tangles power cords

And thinks it’s a joke

And while this shape-shifting goat remains a mystery

We can only gather from more recent history

It will always appear, just in time

To take the blame for the next household crime

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