THE THREE STOOGES With their lunatic style of slapstick These old favourites made their mark Bangs on head, eye pokes and arse kicks Were transformed to works of art But it's not of this trio I speak Three more egregious, my aim On these your attention I seek They're REGRET, SHAME and BLAME Undesirables of the emotions With pretence that your life they will serve If for living this life you've devotion Treat them with the mistrust they deserve ..................... SHAME - the one least deserving disdain The one who gets head bashed and eyes poked Only loons never feel guilty pain Without wishing their sins be revoked With no shame at our dastardly deed We would surely be heartless and brazen Not to feel some repentance, fault concede But don't drown in self immolation ..................... REGRET is a stooge insidious A crime with no victim but self Curbing soul in a manner perfidious Life on a hold, and you on the shelf Have a few, perhaps 'too few to mention' You mis-spoke? Well by all means retract words But avoid a total suspension And don't spend your life looking backwards ..................... Then BLAME, there's the killer, life dumbing Though it may give relief and brief feel-good To beat up some rat who had it coming But move on! Don't descend into victimhood The problem with indulging in blame It makes another the cause and you the effected Paint yourself in a victim's frame Can you then be the source for life corrected?