The 7 Sins: Pride
“Meet My Pride, Darlings…”
The man proud at the sterling silver crest he wore
The golden doorknob represented his riches galore
East to the west shore he had fucked many a whore
Tore down veils disguising riches he needed no more
Looked down upon lesser being polluting his lairs air
Fare maidens ashamed danced in arms for a fair share
“Hello Mr. Jennings”
“May I say I need none of you services you sell standing
I already own discreet butlers to clean anything that fell
On this precise landing but my lawn has started Blanding
Oh hell, get an appointment then you can clean my shelf
I couldn’t care less about the Harvard certified degree
AS even my cook comes from the oxford pedigree breed
See you are worthless in comparison, a “there not nearly”
Take a penny, feeding the poor is my day’s first good deed”
“Today’s Highlights”
The stock market is incurably infected by the digital aids
Degraded men lose mass money hidden un-der shades
Stock Market’s top investor a Mr. Jennings is shocked
Blocked bank account his servants wage bill un-clocked
His wealth was docked in docks of boxes stored in shares
So the rotted contents represented the proud mans affairs
Now dead under pretences of natural death he was punished
For having pride he dies hanged by the noose of his social lies
RIP Sir Jennings Pride
Your gone & will be Forgotten
