Unworthy

I'm unworthy, and no matter what I'm doing I should certainly be doing something else And it's selfish to be thinking I'm unworthy All this me, me, me, me, self, self, self, self, self If I'm talking on the phone I should be working on the lawn Which looks disgraceful from the things I haven't done If I'm working on the lawn I should be concentrating on Those magazines inside, since I have not read one I should learn how to meditate and sow and bake And dance and paint and sail and make gazpacho I should turn my attention to repairing All those forty year old socks there in that bureau I should let someone teach me to run Windows And learn French that I can read and write and speak I should get life in prison for how I treated my parents From third grade until last week And I should spend more time playing with my dog And much less money on this needless junk I buy And I should send correspondence back to everyone Who's written, phoned or faxed since junior high I should sit with a therapist until I understand The way I felt back in my [Incomprehensible] I should quit smoking, drinking, eating, thinking Sleeping, watching TV, writing stupid songs And I should be less impatient when the line just takes forever 'Cause the two cashiers are talking And I should see what it's like to get up really early rain or shine And spend three hours walking I should know CPR and deep massage and Braille And sign language and how to change my oil I should go where the situation's desperate And build and paint and trudge and tote and toil And I should chant in impossible positions Till my legs appear to not have any bones And I should rant at the cops and politicians And the corporations in indignant tones And I should save lots of money to leave Audubon Plus all the rocks and animals and plants I should brave possibilities for plotting plums of problems Prob'ly blossomed, plausibly from Blah, blah, blah, I'm unworthy