Neither Bloody Nor Bowed

by Dorothy Parker

They say of me, and so they should,

It's doubtful if I come to good.

I see acquaintances and friends

Accumulating dividends,

And making enviable names

In science, art, and parlor games.

But I, despite expert advice,

Keep doing things I think are nice,

And though to good I never come-

Inseparable my nose and thumb!