You Look Deadly (Inside Voice)

Lest I incur thy Wrath, my pet, permit me now explain,

In fewer words than my thin Pride believes it doth contain,

That I would lap with Gluttony, love, on and on again,

Claim thy bliss with furious Greed, declare it my domain,

And make of it the Envy of all pleasures -- near to pain,

My inner beast of primal Lust exploding from its chain,

Until we lie as drunken Sloth, on Hell's infernal plane.

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.