CORRECTIONS

All the whores I frequent say I should shave my back.

Their pimps add I could shed a few pounds.

My parole officer thinks I need a haircut

and my bookie tells me to work out.

My neurologist and my fence agree

that my cuticles could use work

while my gun dealers think I do.

And my drug dealer� don't get me started on what she thinks�

I guess there must be something wrong with me.