Envy:
Sits in his chair
Looks upon me
Feeling jealous.
Greed:
He asked me
For a pencil
It never came back.
Wrath:
He hurts you
Kills you inside
Because he can.
Gluttony:
He eats
And eats
And eats.
Sloth:
He does nothing
Just sits in his chair
‘Resting his eyes’
Pride:
He’s a show-off
But at least
He does his work.
Lust:
He hangs around
Looks at girls
And… you know.
But here I sit
At the back of the room
My name is hope.
