Eleven Deadly Sins

I advocate broad changes, You agreed
With almost none of my suggestions, claimed
That everything was just fine, and you blamed
Disgruntled architects, a bitter breed,
For socialism, fear, sloth, lust, and greed.
At least eleven deadly sins were named,
Five clowns were silenced, no one was ashamed,
And someone asked the Pope to intercede.

I have no leisure: I'll repent in haste,
My extra time spent on a sucking grief
Suspending everything but disbelief.
I gave religion up for Lent, and faced
A stagnant cosmos, and a world of waste.
I advocate broad change. You are a thief.