You Are Disqualified

I know I told you to step forward You know you'd acted Today's Coward, Your right cheek scratching then moved backwards, For my command plain bleak eyes upwards, Still,you long to be Green Scene's Steward, Come service with plans to drive onward... You seem not he who'd keep smiles broad With piled-high unwashed plates worse than sword To say: you'll deliver is like fraud: Who wants you a patient in some ward? For jobs that won't one give minutes' rest Failing to qualify just the best...