Seven Deadly Sins

 

Neil Harding McAlister

 

 

A poet who is cursed with sinful pride,

Whose lust for fame he can’t suppress or hide,

Must be a glutton for the work required

To gain the prize his greedy heart desired.

I envy more prolific writers all,

While angry that my output is so small.

Though I can’t walk the walk, I talk the talk,

By claiming that my sloth is “writer’s block.”

 

 © NHMcA, 2006