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Where Would We Be Without Nasty Habits?
by Uriel TovarWhere would we be
without nasty habits?
Face down in dirt
sipping on some ginger ale
as angry fat men
and women
and their children
trample on our necks.
Without nasty habits
my fingers wouldnt
smell like smoke
and my finger tips wouldnt bleed
I wouldnt need a manicure or long sleeve sweaters.
I'd be happy without my nasty habits
the toilette bowls would be clean
and my wife wouldn't be pummeled
face up next to me
bleeding from her
hair down fat lips.
I love my little nasty habit
it's what keeps me whole. 12/01/2005 Posted on 12/02/2005
Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 12/04/05 at 07:39 PM 'toilette' is a nice touch - and 'habit' as being appropriate, where this could describe 'a day in the life' of an occasional priest :) - but I'm sure you're a 'monk' at heart :> |
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