seven deadly sins
So what’s left? We’ve visited the villages of Greed Hollow and Gluttony Gorge, had a picnic on Envy Green, toured the Palace of Pride, and looked around the Land O’ Lust. Our tour continues with a quick stop on the Isle of Wrath, followed by a very slow trek through the Slough of Sloth. Happy Trails!!!
Read MoreAs we wait for a few of the Virtues to, please, show themselves, we shall continue looking further at The Sin-ly Septet. It seems, as noted previously, lying is not a sin. In the same way courage and bravery don’t seem to meet the Virtues Threshold. Which, one might think, would make them easier to attain for un-saintly politicians. Mental fodder to chew over as we consider the next two transgressions in our Pantheon of Immoralities: Pride and Lust.
![The Miriam and Ira D. Wallach Division of Art, Prints and Photographs: Print Collection, The New York Public Library. (1500 - 1550). Superbia [Pride] Retrieved from http://digitalcollections.nypl.org/items/2a64e540-504e-0135-e1a8-6d3ae1b911c7](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5989fbc4f14aa124337fb13c/1563947593519-GU2FIBDEZIZIQ6WU1BW0/nypl.digitalcollections.2a64e540-504e-0135-e1a8-6d3ae1b911c7.001.q.jpg)
The Miriam and Ira D. Wallach Division of Art, Prints and Photographs: Print Collection, The New York Public Library. (1500 - 1550). Superbia [Pride] Retrieved from http://digitalcollections.nypl.org/items/2a64e540-504e-0135-e1a8-6d3ae1b911c7
What on earth is wrong
With having the best?
I’m not at all bragging.
It’s a statement of fact.
I do not need or require
Your presence to know
Where I stand, what I am,
How I am, where you stand
In relation to me and my
Station, I earned it,
Entitled, a bit, but not
Being snobbish, just
Truthful.
Better is better.
And best is best.
What can I say?
I need flesh, I mean
Luscious flesh,
Young skin, please
Younger I said,
To touch,
To take me in
Thrust and thirst
And thrust and Thrust
Who are you who you are
Is consequential-less,
Consequence-less
You are there for me.
Orifice to satisfy
Except
That’s all? That
Was it? I mean
Maybe over there,
The other flesh
Will be the one
Yes I must have
The other flesh
To thrust and Thrust
Except
I mean
Is that
All?
When
Is
Enough?
I rarely commit poetry these days. However, something in our current zeitgeist filtered through the Erato mist, and I found myself, almost unbidden, using verse to try and come to terms with all the anti-truth that every day dribbles through our consciousness.
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