because it was easier
to put it on me
easier to play the victim
in a situation
you set up yourself
three-hour phone calls
about running stallions
asking me to come into your office
after hours
so you can stick your tongue
down my throat
then use me
as your scapegoat
you couldn’t see past
the transference
you had the degree –
a piece of paper on the wall
has no assurance
that the man in the chair
isn’t ****** up himself
you hated me
because no one else
was around
you couldn’t live
with what you did
you couldn’t look
in the mirror
at what you’d become
you’d rather **** yourself
than face
what you’ve done