Why don't you want me
to do something with
my hands,
these hands that can do better
than my cheap words?

I've never tried to pawn myself
off as the person you need in your life,
even though that's the want you
throw me when you eye me during
the obviously empty workday.

You ought to know though,
I really am not what you need,
not what you want,
not the man that can make things
the way you wish them to be.

In reality I'm just a sorry drunk
trying to wish my life back together,
and it's your misfortune
that I happened upon you
when you were fleeing wolves.