Come to no good

I’ve been trying for something lighter on Tuesdays during National Poetry Month. Dorothy Parker is always on the bleeding cusp of humor; by which I mean she has sharpened her irony to the point that she could slice overripe tomatoes with it. But here's the thing: I identify so strongly with her sentiments. Viz:

“Neither Bloody nor Bowed”

They say of me, and so they should,
It's doubtful if I come to good.
I see acquaintances and friends
Accumulating dividends,
And making enviable names
In science, art, and parlor games.
But I, despite expert advice,
Keep doing things I think are nice,
And though to good I never come-
Inseparable my nose and thumb!