Thinks I like-A Poem

In my opinion this poem is far from finished and I myself am not even sure how much I like it. Comments and suggestions welcome.

Things I Like

There are many things that I like.
I like being named Floom.
It sounds funny,
And people usually remember me.

I like books, boobs, beer in that order,
Followed closely by breakfast,
Baseball, being, Bob Dylan.
Not bombs, never bombs.

I enjoy people, most of them anyway.
They make me feel connected,
In each conversation something new,
Yapping about nothing does just fine.

I love each person that I meet because
There is no other way to live.
I’m sure there are some that don’t love.
Give them tears, give them tears.

I put my foot in my mouth,
not because it tastes good.
I’m inappropriate,
And I deserve it.

I like loud music in bars,
Speakers rippling clothes.
Music is a pulse.
And let it beat, and let it beat.

Religion doesn’t work for me.
I can look out my window or
Walk down the street and feel the
Touch of spirit in everything.

I drive fast because driving
is like thinking, and thinking
uses gas, and everybody is trying
to go green, to go green.

I have sinned. Criticized,
fibbed, stolen, cursed,
smoked a cigarette,
and then smoked a cigarette again.

I am human,
Imperfection with a
mix of thought and animal.
Warm blooded, warm blooded.