I’ve done much worse
depending on how you look at it.
There will always be those who celebrate
the inversion of your apex.
Maybe I should just learn to pivot
Pretend I premeditated the tragedy,
called the eight ball in the side pocket,
become an impostor god.
My super-power is my infinite reservoir of excuses.
I become the only one who doesn’t worship me,
and having so many misled followers,
I’ll intentionally make a wrong turn
and lead the whole parade off a cliff
will earn me yet more followers.