DEADLY

Greedy as a banker

you grab the creamy donut

and devour it.

But you aren't worried.

Nothing is a sin anymore.

You envy the rich.

You covet your neighbour's husband or wife.

Spend hours poring over magazines.

Greeneyed over how the other half lives.

Consumed with lust

you watch construction workers

shirtless and muscular in the summer heat.

You lust after that girl

who works in a coffee shop you frequent.

You are a glutton.

But there's no shame in that.

Everyone eats nonstop,

as much as they want.

It's not a sin.

Not now.

You teach your children

to be lazy, slothful.

To sit around all day absorbed

in the mindless violence of video games.

Even murder's not a sin

when it's only for fun.

Pride controls your life.

Safe in your SUV

(a car that seems built for war)

you glide past the homeless, the beggars,

the unwashed.

You can never be like them.

You are proud of that.

You only feel wrath

when you think about

how your taxes are supporting

these deadbeats.

It's an outrage.

The only one you can experience.

In fact, the only sins

-you've finally found some-

are not to be proud,

and greedy and slothful and envious,

full of wrath,

consumed by lust and incessantly

gluttonous.

Apart from these,

there are no sins.