1999-0709 Poem ‘The Finger’ by Diana Rothenberg, NY

The finger pointed outward
Has just one thing to say
Please let me not look inside
It's never been my way

I see your faults so clearly
Mine I've hidden well
It's you who better change
Who'll know if I don't tell
I've noticed that you're stingy
You're also full of pride
You're showing such poor manners
I even heard you've lied.

Remarkable, my insights
Don't you think I'm wise
I'm counting on your ego
To hold up my disguise.