7 Sins

In this world I dare not call home
A crowded room, yet all alone
The wrath of me grows where I sit
A tempting sin, I must admit
Fed by friendly foes that proudly stand
As tall as trees (I’m in quicksand).
Envy resurrects the silently insane
While businessman seduces pretty dame.
Laughter arises from the fake and flawed,
Food, and drink, and I, as God
Watch them all, it’s Judgment Day!
Disguised in masks, I’ve come to play
And fool the greedy sinning class
Who drink Martinis in a glass
And dance all night with the devil wearing sloth
In Scarlet Red and Midnight Goth.
Yet, though I act like a perfect being
I’m influenced by what I’m seeing
And, as I’ve learned, Imitation is key
To sitting, unnoticed, in rooms like these.