The luxury,
the grandeur,
it helps that I have all I wish,
yes indeed,though one thing is on my mind.
Why must I go?
When I could stay here and smoke,
and sleep for an hour or two.
Of course you don't understand,you never would,
you're just a peasant,
who can't do any good.
Now go on,
grab the wine,
for they will visit,
and we will dine.
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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.
