Vices have a strange way of humbling us.
They are the easiest to cultivate.
They are heady companions.
They can go to party with us anytime.
We think they are closest to us;
For, they are with us always.
They seem to know our true worth better.
We are humbled in gratitude;
They never reject us even when others leave.
When we want to disassociate, they refuse to leave us.
They have fallen in love with us.
Now, they seem to need us, more than we need them.
Still, we feel they are under our control.
Vices do not have evil intentions, but they refuse to budge.
They care not for reputation.
When we want them no more, they mock at us.
The more apologetic we are, they hold us hostage.
The more we push them under the carpet,
They rear their heads
At the wrong time.
The more we regret their association in the past,
The more they punish
By cocking a snook at us.