The Flesh Is Weak

Pride had Faith on the road, then they walked for awhile

'Til they sussed Hope and Lust, who winked at Faith and smiled

Though Lust Faith had always hated, Pride held Hope and soon was sated

So Gluttony and Sloth were born of Faith and Hope's desire

In the froth of Pride their sire

The barbarity is Charity is wet nurse to both

In prosperity a verity loathed

As we search and search, but do not find

Some kind of heaven, seven

When the seventh surgeon kissed her and enhanced her

Then my well-missed sister was burgeoning with cancer

The transcendentalist had shown her the answer

You're never alone when you're a topless dancer

As inside we fight what we hide from sight

All is equable in God's own eyes

Seven wrong and seven right

Wrath came upon Fortitude in the flowers

Prudence spied from the path, while Fortitude coaxed and mewed for hours

Then to Temperance his wife's dismay

Wrath quaffed Greed and Envy's cunning offering of a cocktail tray

Now Wrath subdued Envy with Greed raped Fortitude

'Til Justice descended her tower and spoke

She Wrath awoke and held Wrath's coat while Wrath slit both their throats

Seven sisters smoking marijuana, mexicana

In their Duenna's absence, listening to Madonna

With their pasha distant, subsistent on bananas

Ever glister in their visitless zenana

Seven days and seven nights, seven brothers, seven kites

Flown on seven testing flights, seven days the sun shone bright

Seven nights by candlelight

Seven brothers seven kites, flown into the seventh night