Fingernails Poem by Strange Fruit

You asked me why I chew my fingernails.
You looked at my fingers in disgust,
as though they'd been amputated
and replaced with snakes
shedding their skin.

You asked me if I was nervous.
You did look sort of concerned,
as though you cared about me
and genuinly wanted to help,
Help me overcome this 'vice'.

You said it was 'just a habit'.
You said it was an impuslive quirk,
as is twitching, chewing gum
and the way you wear your sleeves over your hands.
Looking very sexy.