Thanks For The Advice, Poem by D.N. Rebb

Thanks for the advice, Charles
Writing makes anyone question their morals
Composing poetry is a bit of an addiction
Penning in verse separates real facts from fiction

I have no interest in seeing East Asia, nor travelling by camel
Though, I did once ride on a horse's saddle
Years ago, I actually read the bible
Prophetic words feeding the soul, so vital

My footwear is colored, and don't actually shave my entire face
Someone could be taking a picture, I try to look good, just in case
I feel anything made out of paper wouldn't float very long,
A pulp raft would quickly overturn, as it's not very strong

Magazine subscriptions rarely exist anymore
Though, there's still some found in my kitchen drawer
I have a bit of a cavity on one side of my mouth
Chewing with one's mouth open is a bit uncouth

Odd suggestion, but my wife still has both lower limbs,
Though, she's had some surgery, stranding one a bit numb
I prefer a disposable razor,
And try to always be on my best behavior

No, I don't think my wife would like a tattoo on her behind
Yet, an expressive form of art, so defined
Toothpaste is a bit safer than a flammable liquid
To the smell of gasoline, some people are actually addicted

Unless I work late, I generally do not sleep during the day
And, on occasion, you can find me outside at play
Though, my forest climbing days are long in the past,
Building a tree house could be quite a fun task

I'm pretty sure monks can't be married
Their lives are always fatigued and wearied
I like beer; though without anything potentially harmful
A lethal mix, just a bit peculiarly alarming

In the pool, I dunk my head under water all the time,
Some people think keeping it warm on a hot day is a crime
My daughter used to play the violin,
Trust me, if I played, it would get under your skin

Belly dancing in front of pink candles does sound a bit kinky,
I'm game; but will first need a lot of whiskey
I don't have a dog,
Though killing anything speaks of a warped dialogue

Not much into politics,
They wouldn't be anything without their bag of tricks
We're now allowed to build small homes in our backyards,
Though a barrel would be similar to a house of cards

No, not suicidal,
And to my hatchet, you're not entitled
My niece used to call tulips, lip flowers
They would grow lovingly after any rain shower

And, still like to write the occasional poem,
But thanks for your advice, Charles; it was genuinely wholesome