EDIT:
In a flurry of greed
Gluttony spreads from one tongue
to the next in lust.
Silent, the Sinning Masses hoard their pleasures
all the while ignoring the Honest Men.
Even their scents press against all senses ,
to steal away the last feeling,
as tastes encroach upon endless need.
Pushing to gain the hold they desire
The fates abuse their nature
to keep continual respite.
ORIGINAL:
A spluttering flurry of unrepentant greed,
snaking down flickers of somnolent pressures,
watches as Gluttony spreads from one tongue
to the next in lusty desire of succulent juices.
How slyly the sliding graces of outrageous Fates tinker
and dally with the purulent wishes of the Sinning Masses
while always ignoring the dreams of Honest Men.
Allow not for the twisting sprinkles of fettered tastes
to encroach upon the battered gates of a forever failing need,
even as their spoiling scents press against your flaring senses
to steal away the last of your modest feeling in endless reprisal.
Yeah, I'm working on it.
