I tried to be a painter, but the color didn't match.
Tried to be a gardener, but couldn't till the soil.
I thought I could do baseball, but I don't know how to catch.
Maybe I'll be a wage slave, though I don't care for toil.
What if I was a prophet, weaving futures out of dream?
Or what if I'm a genius, but I'm too dumb to know it?
I guess I'll keep on churning, turning wordplay into cream.
Since language is my forte, I guess I'll be a poet.
– SR Romney 2025
Shame on The Universe 
What do you think?