So, I came to the realization today:   I suck.  
       I don't want pity.   I don't want attention. I 
       don't want help.  Just an astute observation  
       made  while  contemplating  the  wonders of 
       the world.     I've thought a lot today and all 
       has pointed to the same conclusion:  I suck.  
       And I figured, hell, let's write a fucking poem 
       about it.   So, I am.  But don't forget, this is
       just a poem.  Fictitious.  It's not really about
       me -- whoever me is.   I just wrote it.   And 
       as you read this, remember: you suck.