written for "a Little Bit of Poetry" contest----prompt: use the word "also" in the title
I could have been a saint
but loved the streets too much.
Though the virgin martyrs shone like lamplight
they were cold comfort on a Saturday night.
I would have worked harder for world peace
but clipping coupons, hunting dust bunnies,
Mafia Wars, and making impossible pies
was more than I could handle.
I might have been a Buddha
with a belly full of satyagraha
and finished my novel, my thesis,
and also, the Christmas afghan.