Bad Habits

Bad Habits

When God fixed man on earth,
He said unto himself,
"No one should be perfect.
I'll one flaw each, inflict."

He set about to make them,
Bad habits, one apiece.
Disgusting and vile traits
For every man mandate.

Sloth, greed, and avarice,
Gluttony and spitting,
Farting, snorting, scratching,
All on the habit listing.

And now each living soul
Bears one of those he made.
But, God did them missort,
And came up one trait short.

I am that lucky duck,
The last one in the line.
Bad habits, I don't have one.
And now, my poem is done.