Can't Do -- a Weekend Mini Challenge poem

It's just me, Lord, Can't Do

Please give me a hand through this day
You know I ain't worth much, Can't Do
Can't do a thing, not do it right

I sing but can't carry a tune
Methodists made me leave their choir
Can't carry a tune, shower calls

I draw but nobody knows what
What I draw they call stick man art  
Can't draw a thing, nothing to paint

I like to work, can't hold a job
Get fired like a stove, cooked goose
Can't hold a job, I work too slow

I like to make love, wives won't stay
They up and leave, now I'm alone
Can't do it right, and I can't learn

I like to eat, can't cook a meal
My eggs are tough, leather-like soles
The biscuits all burn, I can't cook

Lord, I can't do it right, all's wrong
Connect the dots? Can't count or learn
This Can't Do's not worth very much
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I'm linked with Outlawyer at Weekend Mini Challenge--Connect the Chimes!