sloth
slouch on the couch
idly waste the time
tomorrow will always arrive

lust
because there is just
an insatiable thirst
lock the door first

gluttony
all of us would agree
that food is sacred
no one's satisfied until fed

wrath
take an anger bath
soak in its vengeance
until the last dance

pride
it is your guide
to stand on the mountain high
stepping unto others 'til they die

envy
because you don't wanna see
what you do not possess
take it; claim it; in every possible ways

greed
giving is not your deed
why, if you can horde
you'll be the master—the lord

because everyone is guilty
of the seven sins so deadly
you can deny it, but then quietly
your guilt eats you, painful and slowly