NOTHING TO SHOW
I've got nothing to show for doctoring
my contentions and making things work.
I tried most every combination, yet the locks
stayed shut, and even my best intentions
weren't worth the worth they held. Now
it's go time again. Banana-boy, here I
come. Hand me that filigree'd razor
for my neck. I want to go down
like Moses, with a stone tablet
held to my chest. Nothing
to show for living, and
I've given it my best.