A Life Devoid Of All Vices Poem by Jeffrey Philip Clegg

I was about to use my blender
to make a big, beautiful Hurricane
which I figured would help
blow me away

Then I remembered
a lot of folks have told me
not to drink

Well, I don't smoke anymore
What's next?
Caffeine?

Is a life devoid of all vices
worth living?

I doubt I'd do well as a monk
I just know the funny hat would itch

But, then again
I guess I would have
a lot of time to
dream about love
that could have been

or else just sit around and
write my memoirs...

kind of like prisoners do