Glass House

By Myself. to them
11-18-09

There's an old saying
Bout people in glass houses
Like a broken record it keeps playing
Echoing the losses

It's a fine shiny house
And transparent within
Just like the common fishbowl
No oxygen within

You shouldn't throw stones
and other ammunitions
Your closet hides bones
And other evil ambitions

Perfect aim every time
The heart or the throat
A triumph you find
To lord over and gloat

You dont see and you dont realize
Your house is made of glass
People can see through the lies
In every window to the past

You cant hide it always
Somewhere a voice lies waiting
It may not be tomorrow or the next day
Your stones will be ricocheting

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