The Flesh Is Weak (Copyright)

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