back RON SMITH
Seven Deadly Sins
1
Just keep it
to yourself.
2
And stop shoving
that lemon curd
across the counter
at me.
3
Oh, so every-
thing’s a spec-
tator sport?
4
Open your mouth
a little more
so my fist can fit.
5
No, those are not my fingers
in your greasy pocket.
Put down that pitchfork.
6
The baby wants
your car keys. But
if you hand them over
he’ll want your beach house.
7
What does it mean, this
pressure in your chest?
More Me Time and
a lot more yoga.
A foolish moon in a foolish sky
Seven Deadly Sins
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