I Get Into A Rut, Unable To

I Am Too Pure For You Or Anyone.

In Spite Of Everything, I Still Have My Good Old Sense Of Humor.

But When It Came Right Down To It, The Skin Of My Wrist Looked So White And Defenseless That I Couldn't Do It.

I Am Jealous Of Those Who Think More Deeply, Who Write Better, Who Draw Better, Who Ski Better, Who Look Better, Who Live Better, Who Love Better Than I.

People Or Stars Regard Me Sadly, I Disappoint Them.