Being Bad
I don't cuss or smoke,
And I don't chew "tabakky";
I don't sniff or dip snuff,
Ugh! that stuff is just tacky;
I only drink on occasion,
Like at sundown and such;
I rarely go to casinos
Or play the lottery much;
I've never had to pay child support
Or owed back alimony;
I may go shopping for steak
But usually bring home baloney;
I don't snort or shoot drugs;
Have no rings in my nipples;
Tried to get a tattoo, once,
But couldn't stand all the tickles.
Folks who're loaded with vices
Seem to have all the fun.
Why am I the exception
And not have even one?
I admit it, I'm dull,
And my life's complete boredom.
Sure, I'd have vices, too,
If I could better afford 'em.
The main reason I'm good,
And I won't try to fudge it,
Is because being bad
Is just not in my budget.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
