Grandma used to say
That’s the pot calling the kettle black.

I never had a black pot.

I never had a black kettle neither.

Had a black wool coat once.

It was odd in. Colorado
Common in New York.
It never called no one nothing.

Not like my mom
She accused me of ruining her life
When I married a man she hated
Who did too little and
Complained too much.

It’s my fault
Cause I brought him here.

But it ain’t her fault
The man she brought home
Molested me.

Them pots have some
Audacity
Don’t they?