1 E N V Y

stretch my neck and scream at god:

"i'll tear you to shreds before i am gone!"

"jealousy, jealousy, fuck you all!"

"kiss on you, piss on you"- farther I fall.

2 G L U T T O N Y

eat your sins and eat your pride

stuff your feelings, quiet your lies

i deserve the beef, the bourbon, the bait.

donations for me, the starving will wait.

3 G R E E D

owe me for being around your dumb flock

for my kindness, quiet and poison sweet talk

i deserve your world, sour liquor and rum

it's never enough; i am queen, you are scum

4 L U S T

hold me close and tell me lies

i'm beautiful and you'll stay with my for life

lick, kick, tumble, tap

screw me; "SCREW YOU!"call it a wrap

5 P R I D E

stick me with your words

"i like it! it burns!"

destroy me, enjoy me, you can't change facts

you can't kill what i don't even have

6 S L O T H

run yourself ragged across hot broken glass

i laugh and scowl while sitting on my ass

stupid, boring; you do what you're told

let me lie, let me die; writhing in the cold

7 W R A T H

i hate you for the horns, tail and regrets

the pain running through hands, foot, chest

it grows, i shrink, i soak in your mad test

insanity!! profanity!! fuck it all, bullets for breakfast.

I watched the ravenous pigs viciously attack the body of my dearly departed husband. It only took about eight minutes for the pigs, who hadn’t eaten in four days, to completely polish off his entire two hundred pound body, even the bones!

I had used a large sledge hammer to pound his head into bloody pieces after I crept up to him in our barn. I knew I had to drag him out before there was too much blood soaking into the hay. I didn’t really have it well planned but I had had enough of his abuse. We lived way out in the country with no witnesses to the black eyes and cut lips that I suffered at his hands. The emotional indignities that he heaped upon my suffering soul were even worse. “You stupid bitch!” he screamed, “You’re good for nothing. You don’t even have my dinner ready!”

I thought I would have to remove bits of his body from the pig pen but the pigs left no traces of their carnage. I took a rake and stirred up the muck just to make sure.

No one seemed to miss him much. I certainly didn’t. I just went about my business of raising pigs, slaughtering them and taking them to market. When the other farmers asked where Buster was, I just said, “That pig, he ran off with another woman and I haven’t seen him since!”

I have to admit that I had second thoughts about the way I disposed of him. I probably should have just ground him up and sold his meat at the farmers’ market. They say that human meat tastes just like pork!