What I Do Best Poem by Gary Diamond

Everyone has a skill, a unique and wonderful gift
A charm that elevates them to the top of the tree
And thins out their list of contempories.

What is a shame then
Most people never find it.
Most people deny they have it
They settle first for less
Then they settle for nothing.

I found what I did best
And I gave up many other habits
Just to support it.
I was going to become rich programming software
It wasn't that I enjoyed it as much
It was where material gain would begin.

But I chose the pure and artistic path
And now here I am
Destitute and poor
Stuck in jobs going nowhere.
So although I became the best at what I do best
In some ways I've had to settle for less
And now settle for almost nothing.

No love no sex no fun no joy.
Lay in bed, get up, go to work and do it badly
Punch out, come back and drink fifteen or more units.
All I ever had was ambition
I know what to do with it, next time it calls
Stuff it with dynamite
Light a match under it and run.

What I do best is trail-blazing
The skill to do as I do is waning.
I'm being trampled on by idiots.
I'm being held back all the time.

It's time to spread the name and the word
This time, when I hit that first chord, it better hurt.
Sick of pissing up blind alleys
Sick of being looked up and down.
Sick of sitting in the gutter.

When I scream and rant next time
Will anyone care?