Today it’s everywhere the same–
Poor old subconscious gets the blame.
All violations of conventional
We excuse as unintentional.
Arson, pilfering, homicide–
How blame who has ’em way inside?
At strippers neither must we scoff;
Subconsciously they take ’em off.
Insurrectionists? Don’t quell ’em;
The fault lies with the cerebellum.
Don’t curse the drunken driver any:
Unconsciously, he’d one too many.
Somehow, this thought is forced to mind:
A conscious man is hard to find.
by Ray Romine Monday, November 12, 1951
