The glass house
Has the most gorgeous view
From which to throw stones
At folks who differ from you
The high horse
Lets you look all the way down
On those hapless fools
Stuck on the ground
From the soap box
You can sling mud and stay clean
As long as the crowd
Knows what you really mean
But deep inside
We've known judgement
We want to outgrow judgement
That invades us smugly
And turns good things ugly
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