If I count all my vices

(I am doing some heavy thinking, tonight, for

twenty cents a minute) tick

them off, finger by finger

of course I'm lacking!

One bad habit in the place of another, the

(seemingly) endless cycle of replacement

Maybe I should stop looking at beautiful women

(with honey eyes and molton lips) torn

between lust and envy, or

fast, day and night, give up liquor,

give up men (my soul

already half an empty shell, I'll

give it something to rattle about)

Too bad I'm not actually Catholic- I

like ceremony and candles almost as much

as my own narcissism.