SELF LOSING STEAM

i think (slap!)
of myself as smart, or at least not stoopid
and good-looking, at least moderately so
and worthy of at least a little respect.
but some days it feels the world exists
to cut me down to size, chisel at my illusion,
to prove beyond the shadow of a doubt
that, yes indeed, i suck, and always will,
that i'm a fuckin momo,
a chore just to look at,
and no fun to be around.
that, in my little nutshell,
i' not worth a fucking damn.
these days i feel like elliott smith
but with no musical ability to sing
my song of shit.
if i could confide
or go for a ride
or share a hug
i might be
alright.