Don’t you have to love the fellow
with ice cream on his diet Jell-O?
And the friend with heart of gold
who likes her painkiller freshly rolled,
or that occasional slip of tongue
that tells us how her husband’s hung?
This little “fuck,” that little “damn,”
the door that’s pulled closed with a slam––
the flaw that nearly escapes detection
that proves that no one is perfection?
The truth is, that though friends revere us,
faults are what really endear us.
Although piety is nice,
I’ll take my goodness spiced with vice!
The prompt word today is “Vice.”