Blame The Dog

I don't own a dog, in blame games  
Like the ones that run off  on streets  
At night chasing skirts, Casanova    


But sometimes, on pavements   
I step in their aftermath   
Slippery steps that leaves a stink   


It stays with you and desperation sets in   
I have been shamed by my own doing  
Where grass parks are found, I do try the feet rub   


This should never have happened, to be taken home   
It leaves a stink, I feel abused, feeling defiled  
Morally corrupted, in parts I played, oh and I know I did 


Oh for the dog owner, irresponsible owner  
Who left troubles on pavements, troubles
For my eyes, that paid no attention, distracted    


On what lies ahead 
And wondering sight seeing attraction    
Sometimes its seconds before the step   


Frozen in slow motion  tipping over  
Just  before feet lands, seeing the feet land   
This is troubles, metaphoric 
In metamorphosis troubles