You’re never happy, always mad.
You keep a long list of “My Bads.”
My flaws are labeled with great care.
The most egregious then are shared
With me and then my family.
You detailed them with blatant glee
While eating dinner at their house!
What made you “holier than thou?”
Did you think it wouldn’t matter
That these bombs caused family scatter?
Your view of me’s become so muddied;
Barbs and cuts have left me bloody.
Remember that your house is glass,
So I’d suggest your sorry ass
Leaves me and those I love alone
Or I, too, will start throwing stones.
(Thanks to @scottwebb for the photo)