They say when you point a finger at me
You have three fingers pointing back at you
Counting the times you've labelled me guilty
With imperfections you must be shot through
Like when you called me a penny pincher
While giving me not one penny for school
You chased a penny thrown down the gutter
Less a miser than impoverished by you
You claim that I fail dealing with people
You beat me when I was just a small child
Against mother you're spitefully vengeful
Such a father might make anyone wild
You cause my behavior than accuse me
Of defects you suffer from more deeply.
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