Throwing Stones

You’re never happy, always mad,
Keep a long list of “My Bads.”
My flaws are labeled with great care.
The most egregious then are shared
With me and my own family.
You detailed them with gleaming glee,
All the while derailing ME
And eating dinner at their house!
What made YOU such an utter louse
Of a former now-regretted spouse?

Did you think it wouldn’t matter
That these bombs caused family scatter?
Your view of me’s become so muddied,
Your barbs and cuts have left me bloodied.
Your house, too, is sharp and glass,
So I’d suggest YOUR sorry ass
Leaves me and those I love alone,
Or I will soon start throwing stones!

(Thanks to @scottwebb for the photo)

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