A platoon of pointing fingers arrive with a wall of megaphones
They sound like several packs of dogs to me
Psychologically scalded by jeremiads and chastisements
I’ve been on the receiving end of those accusations
Regardless if I had a halo or horns in those situations
How short-sighted of them
I never tried to be a god as their pettiness is on full display
I couldn’t always fight back, but for most of my life I hid onto this resentment
The same things they’ve accused me of are the reasons why they barked in the first place
That or they defend those who don’t deserve such rhetorical bulwarks
Keep barking, your vices and those you stan(d) for are all too obvious.
Ospreyshire's Realm 