Luxuria’s Sonnet 

There is a certain sexual gravity

to cock of hips and nuance of touch.

Thoughts turn to deeds of dark depravity

with little more than a brush of lips and such.

The form hardly matters if ends are met;

body tight and taut beneath willing hands.

I’ll whisper something that you won’t soon forget

in sensuous tones to rouse wanton demands.

Skin to skin and joined in throes of passion,

you will not recall what matters most.

In the end, I’ll withdraw in marvellous fashion

to watch your mind falter beneath guilt and ghost.

Only then as you cry will I show you the truth.

Your desire is impure, unclean and uncouth.

Acedia’s Haiku

I cannot be arsed.

Poetry is exhausting.

I’mma take a nap.

Avaritia’s Limerick

There was once a big man who wanted it all.

He brought legions of people under his thrall.

He acquired such wealth,

but lost out on his health.

He died all alone, sad, shrivelled and small.

Superbia’s Acrostic

Shining megalomaniacs crumple before me in

Umbridge paid so reverently.

Perfection applies to everything I achieve.

Everyone is but a peasant next to me I believe.

Resplendent my soul, it may just be divine,

Brilliance unrivalled by mediocre swine.

Inimitable my actions, I can only be

Accurate in self-analysis in all honesty.

Gula’s Ode

Oh glory of appetites!

Consume! Consume! Oh consume with abandon!

Devour the world like a pestilence my beastly children and

Ravage! Ravage! Oh ravage!

Oh voracious vices come and dominate!

Pile atop one another in an orgy of disintegrating willpower.

The world blackens and burns beneath the feet of such gourmands…

And when the frenzy is finished-

those thin and filthy animals will stare into famine’s eyes and see

Me.

Ira’s Free Verse

Fire of hell and brimstone!

Smog clouds the vision from every angle.

Get off the road you motherfucking asshole!

I’ll kill you all…

to better understand that infernal ticking, the beat-

that drives into the base of my being.

I want change.

I desire the fluctuation of the universe.

If you do not deliver-

you shall see the product of my artwork.

Can you feel the malicious puss oozing from me?

I am a fucking parasite,

I am the most complex creature in existence,

Yet at the core, really at the core, it’s simple.

Everything’s simple.

Don’t give me that look, don’t you EVER look at me like that!

You. Have. No. Right.

Not anymore…

Invidia’s Villanelle 

I can but hope to try and conceal

the maliciousness of my malintent,

the ugliness of what I truly feel.

If the jaundice in my eyes should reveal

the green eyed monster within me wrent,

I can but hope to try and conceal.

His wealth, her looks, that delectable meal,

it’s all mine, mine, MINE! I wish to vent-

the ugliness of what I truly feel.

Those bracelets, that hat, all these things I’ll steal.

These wicked sins shall render me content.

I can but hope to try and conceal.

Tears of loss from my prey will help me heal,

the twisted rancour I seek to prevent,

the ugliness of what I truly feel.

I find salvation in what is not real,

trinkets pilfered in moments abhorrent

I can but hope to try and conceal

The ugliness of what I truly feel.