photo: Van Gogh's waterlilies in Musee de l'Orangerie, Paris, France

I don't really understand what exactly I have for my appeal ---

I know its not good to talk down yourself but like I just feel ---

I'm dead weight, I'm always late, I might not flake but like

I'm certainly far cry from being the best 

I'm dead weight, when will my luck dissipate

I'm always late, and they still wait

I might not flake, but I feel sure one day they'll deem me a fake

I'm certainly far cry from being the best 

is it only a matter of time? 

most day I don't even make the sloshing rhyme,

but if I was on the stand, with a gavel in my hand,

I'm certainly far cry from being the best, so when will I fail the test?

I would deem me so unworthy.