Jar of Fingers

Sitting atop an old bookcase
A souvenir of my most fond memory
Although not one man's seen my face
By this object they'll remember me:

It holds the tools that draw and create
That can get a man or woman off
They can be utensils for something great
Or to be pointed at someone to mock

I cut off people's fingers
That's what I did

I cut off people's fingers
Even some stupid kids'

I cut off people's fingers
And stuck them in a jar

I cut off people's fingers
Because it reminds me of who we are

We're all a bunch of fingers who point at others and
scoff
We all have a bunch of fingers that need to be cut off