If it were only truth
we’d grown indifferent to,
the path ahead of us would look less bleak.
Instead, it seems, to anybody who will look,
that sin is seldom found alone –
but often seen in pairs.
Like funky cheese with fruity wine,
we see pride and lust go hand in hand,
and wish them well, even though we cannot
unlearn what we know of lust and pride.
And there go gluttony and greed –
our friends who never seem to get enough
to quiet childish appetites for more, more, more,
unlike the lazy at the window, frozen, alone, green with envy.
All in all, none of the above stands as good a chance
as a snowball in Hades, until we learn to hate like Hell.
Honeyboy Andre Meade