Poems: Words Of A Poet

Seven

People whose heads spin in unconditional lust,
are the same ones who've taken away years of others trust,
buried their peers making them feel disgust,
leaving the time to rust;

People who suffer in uncontrollable gluttony,
when what is put on the table is their only company,
lost others in their complete lack of honesty,
they will soon be broken utterly;

People who live in up most greed,
where all of what you want is all you need,
with tastes like gold, you shall bleed,
and that is something that can be agreed;

People living in sloth,
you'll lack you're never ending growth,
a refusal to live in troth,
given that shall be your oath;

People whose dreams land in wrath,
you've taken yourself down the wrong path,
you wish your enemy's pain shall fill up your bath,
my friend you will never see the real aftermath;

People broken down by envy,
I  don't think you realize you are truly scary,
forever troubled by many,
forever thinking "what about me";

Lastly, people blinded by pride,
aren't you just in for a wild ride,
you never let others see what's truly inside,
not before they'll all push you off to the side;

Seven is the total number,
it only takes seven to make a monster,
Seven is the number,
don't forget, always remember;