Scapegoat

Sure, why know
I'll be your scapegoat.
Pretend I'm the crocodile
circling the moat.

Go ahead and just blame me
Its my fault you know
I search you out
And dish a hard blow.

I'm just wicked and awful
Or you'll sell me to be
Make all your problems
loop back to just me.

Ask me advice
Then twist up my words
Make them mean something else
entirely absurd.

Use me to manage
Whatever agenda you serve
Pay no mind to what
I actually deserve.