Seven Sins. Not One is Deadly

There are no deadly sins, Francine.
Look out your window. See how
Those committing them survive.
They thrive! The gluttonous are
Everywhere. They form the fast
Food take-out lines and ooze upon
You when you fly. The greedy
Gather secretly to rig the markets.
How you'll pay for garbage, even
As your wage, at best, remains
The same. The lazy lounge in living
Rooms, and watch TV. They care
No more for learning than they do
For exercise. The wrathful hiss and spit,
Like alley cats. They gesture from their
Cars, and pounce from places on the Internet
To call you dirty names. The envious
All hate you for the things you have.
It doesn't matter if they have so much,
Or more. They cannot feel as if they're
Equal. If they did, perhaps they'd climb
Yet higher and puff up with pride,
And be convinced you're envious,
Because, of course, you ought to be,
Since you are less than them. The final
Sin is lust, Francine. If you turn,
You'll encounter it in me. So far, I haven't
Perished. Still, I feel some desperation.
Come and hold me. Help me, as I can't
Escape its grip.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-04-05 at 21:14

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