Dastardly idiot,
carrying on,
who does he think he is,
singing that song.
For he will learn,
very soon,
that blood is thicker than water,
in a quite literal term.
Many call me evil,
sickening, and foul.
And they are correct,
in every vowel.
I merely want perfection,
is that so much to ask?
Who cares about the clarity of my past?
YOU ARE READING
The Seven Deadly Sins
PoetryA poem for each of the seven deadly sins, each is put into the perspective of the sin in a human form.
