Thrown Under the Bus

By Josh W.F.


Me, followed by the dog,

Then the cat,

Then the cat’s bird.


The fingers finely fiddling away.

I wish I were kidding but I’m not.


Seemingly relentless cold arctic air,

Boon serving sunshine

Trading deep-freeze blues

For blue lagoons.


Being thrown under the bus

You shouldn’t be throwing your

Rocks so hard

When you’re living in a glass house.

Lets kill this bird before it flies.

A good run-on sentence.


Actions are my actions regardless

When what was said

Wants to change.


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