Never Doubt My Weakness

Insist that I’ve been wasting time, and space,
And never doubt my weakness. I’ve been sitting
With my huge head aching, minding my knitting,
My hands securely covering my face.
As an exemplar of the human race
I hit the low spots, hovering and spitting
In the air. Sure, I am thinking of quitting,
But not to choose some fine and private place.

I’m weak but not an idiot, uncouth
But not a licker of behinds, unjust
But not a chimney sweeper come to dust,
Devoted wholly since my misspent youth
To eating worms: no undue weight on truth,
No chance at love, no brains, no fear, no trust.