On my Vices

You ask about bad habits,
I’d say I have a few,
Although the ones around me
Would likely say a slew.

It seems that I’m a train wreck
And gone horribly awry.
When pressed to make improvements,
This is my reply:

“My life is meant for living.
I don’t want to just exist.
I won’t waste my time on small stuff
‘Cause there’s too much to be missed.

So I’ll drink my Irish coffee
And I’ll smoke my cigarettes.
Life’s too long for obsessing
And too short for regrets.”