Edinburgh, Spring 1993
“Do your best” – that’s what they always told me,
“Do your best and you’ll be OK.”
Trouble was, I was always doing my best
Among people doing their best
And in the end
My best was never best enough.
Even now I’m caught among people
Who are doing their best
And will continue to do their best
Til the day that they die
Even though, like me,
They know their best will never be best enough.
Looking at them, I don’t think it’s best
To do my best anymore.
I think it’s best to do my worst.
At least then my worst will never be as worse
As the person
Who’s best at being worst.
If I do my worst then all the people
Who’ve only ever seen me doing my best
Will finally get to see ME
And those who’ve always told me to do my best
Will realise
That doing my worst brings out the best in me.