Enough Rope/Neither Bloody nor Bowed
Neither Bloody Nor Bowed
THEY say of me, and so they should,It’s doubtful if I come to good.I see acquaintances and friendsAccumulating dividends,And making enviable namesIn 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!