And I have known the eyes already, known them all— The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? And how should I presume?
When T. S. Eliot says "to spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways.", he is alluding to cigarettes. The butt-end of a cigarette is the part that isn't smoked is spit out. He his comparing his life to a cigarette butt because he feels as if his life has no meaning or is worthless and no one really cares about it.