There are only two sins—banality and venality.
They are not like revenge, hot red pokers.
Jealousy, with its long snoot.
Sloth, killing me softly with its lips.
Vanity—dynamite in a vise.
Lust racing across the mudflats.
Rage is too honest. Fear is pointless.
Procrastination is a rabid possum.
Perfection is a crime waiting for permission.
Regret, a pain in the behind. Sure,
I’ve been a sucker for love, but only because
you’re made of colored sugar
and the moon is your babysitter.
Take a fool’s advice—don’t beat your heart.
–Jeffrey Cyphers Wright