"110 percent for people in glass houses."

By Brian Krans

I hate to throw you under the bus, but I’m striking while the iron’s hot.
You have to call off the dogs. It’s easy as pie.



We’re two ships passing in the night, champagne tastes and beer budgets.
Sure, absence makes the heart grow fonder, but here’s the $64,000 question:
If Big Brother is watching, why air dirty laundry?
It’s as useful as tits on a bull.

While a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush,
You never take it to the limit. And I wouldn’t be caught dead here.
I’ve got the whole ball of wax and the bragging rights.

Since there’s no I in team and no place like home, I’ll stop beating a dead horse.
I’m throwing the baby out with the bathwater.
Even the sun shines on a dog’s ass sometimes, so cover yours.

BYLINE:

Brian Krans is the author of the novel, "A Constant Suicide," a contributor to Zoiks! Online, Slurve, and ONE Magazine. When not living in his own fictional world, he's a writer for a newspaper. He lives in Davenport, Iowa.