Two More of Those Seven Deadly Sins

As 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

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


Pride

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?


Lust

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?


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