Don’t Blame Me!

For all of the time
I came up with this rhyme
I never could ever quite think

My foot was plain numb.
Paper-cut on my thumb.
My mind was right on the blink.

My eyelids were weights.
My head spun figure eights.
I never knew what I should do.

On top of it all,
I had just got a call,
And tomorrow is Tax Day...who knew?

I think now you know
What has troubled me so
My bad luck has gone on a spree.

In circumstance that
These writings are flat
I beg you...please do not blame me!