This poem is about a man explaining to his boss Blaine. Why it is never his fault he's late. And that time is out to get him. But in reality he's lazy and won’t take the blame. For his own mistakes

Time

Time, it is nothing but a grind,

And it seems like every day

 Time can never wait

To make me late,

But I’ll tell you what

It’s probably fate,

Because you see

It is never my fault

Like today

The blame is on my dog,

He got lost in the fog

While we walked to the vet

 And there’s a pretty good bet

That someone took him

I remember his name was Jim

I stole his cat once it was dim

And I thought it was Kim

That’s my dog’s name

And anyway

Sorry Blaine  

But we both know who’s to blame