Oh, this paltry verse expresses so pressingly little!
Punish my incompetence, let there be no acquittal.
My ever-deplorable dreads and misdeeds remain untold
Thus my strivings shall still and my soul shall grow cold.
Thank God it's not just me who thinks me a fool!
I know I'm a failure, sin and time's tool.
Thank God they all know it now, know that I lied.
No longer for their sakes must I my ugliness hide.
And yet I cannot fitly convey
what hatred here lingers to say!
(There was a lot more, but I didn't deem it respectable for public postage.)