Turns out at least one of you clever folks already guessed Fay Roberts’s theme and the topic of the last poem (Lust of the Seven Deadly Sins), so here’s Gluttony:
You’ll gorge yourself on all you might desire,
pick this and that, fill platters to the brim.
The feast arrayed in front of you inspires
more active souls to hustle to the gym.
That’s not your game – it’s all about the choices
that cause ascetics such a dreadful fright –
but here your inner toddler rejoices!
(Now clean your plate – aught else is impolite.)
The world is full of misery and heartache,
and people who insist on leeching joy,
so come on – might as well inhale this cheesecake,
and leave them to their schemes and scowls and ploys.
And though tomorrow’s gripe might make you weep,
you can’t let tyrants rob you of your sleep.
– FR
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