I live in Tenby
I'm full of ennui
which some call envy
I'm a lazy Goth
stricken by sloth
not a tiger but a moth
And yes if you must
as I'm gathering dust
I'm guilty of lust
we all have a need
an idea to seed
too much is greed
Along the ride
we cannot hide
our earthly pride
Driving through Brittany
reading out littany
eating our muttony
we're guilty of gluttony
Then I'm having a laugh
my mood's off the graph
and slow burn rage turns to wrath
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