Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
I Fell in Love on the Northern Line
My Best (Wasn't Good Enough)
Dangling, tantalising carrot
of well-paid job
lured me to roam
to Cricklewood,
(The Goodies' home),
where an ex-Captain
appraised my wits
at Powerpoint presentations,
internal communications,
and sundry bullshit!
Swimmingly it went
or so I reckoned,
I'd given my best,
the best I had,
Yet was beaten by the rest
of the field.
Titty tough!
My best,
the best I had
wasn't good enough.
Feedback: the Cap'n
thought my presentation
lacked sufficient coloration,
'Too black and white!'
like day and night,
Right
I was not
for the big job,
My best,
the best I had
wasn't good enough.
Trandem-riding solo
out of Cricklewood,
out I went
to get drunk,
hellbent
on self-destruction,
in a frightful funk,
Knowing
the unknowable,
thinking
the unconscionable,
allowing the truth
to take an honest man
by neck's scruff,
My best,
the best
I have
will never
be good enough.