SEVEN DEADLY SINS

Seven deadly sins, you say?

Let me count them if I may:

verse 1

Pride is first, the peacock's stance,

watch her preen, watch her dance.

She's the self-made model of class—

She can kiss her own damn ass.

verse 2

Envy is dripping slimy green

A gossip-monger dialed to "mean"

Hates your success, your kids, your joy

Takes all complaints to her boy-toy.

verse 3

WRATH! -- Screams Karen in a fit

A middle-aged, entitled shit

Public tantrums-- her favorite stage

So all can enjoy her wrongly-placed rage.

verse 4

Sloth like Jabba on a couch

potatoes grow, but not this slouch

He makes specific plans for pajama days

contemplating his navel, counting ways...

verse 5

Gluttony lives on food and disgust

Eating, eating, more! he must

Hoarder, boarder, slovenly disorder

takes some effort to feed the goiter.

verse 6

Greed, the "type-A" hustler guy

Church-goin' fella don't want to fry

Would sell his mother's wedding ring

to buy himself some shiny thing.

verse 7

Lust, a sinful wicked snake

slithers freely, on the make

Dressed in promises dipped in gold

All frisky adventures soon to be extolled.

post chorus

Seven sins of wretched design

some are yours, some are mine

But watch yourself lest you cave in

to the siren's call of simply...

sin.

Don't fry

don't cry

Repent

Invent

Sin again

goin' to hell

gonna rot

in hell