I had some friends over for dinner on Saturday, and my roomie brought home a bottle of wine (quite tasty if I say so myself!). The best part about the bottle was the poem printed on the back. I thought I would share:
"I'm raging with ire, an ocean of fire
My wrath is the path to all I desire.
Oh Lord, forgive me my Zins.
I'm inflated with pride, near-bursting inside
A self-centered repenter, vanity's' bride.
Oh Lord, forgive me my Zins.
I'm mired in mud, inert as a slug,
sloth is the cloth that's woven my rug.
Oh Lord, forgive me my Zins.
I eat day and night, consuming all in my sight,
A glutton with nothing but a huge appetite.
Oh Lord, forgive me my Zins.
My will I ignore, my envy's a chore
Over-zealous and jealous, I want so much more.
Oh Lord, forgive me my Zins.
I'm ravenous to feast, an insatiable beast
I concede to the greed demanding release.
Oh Lord, forgive me my Zins.
I hunger for trust, my craving's a must
My sin is the Zin enslaving my lust.
Oh Lord, forgive me my Zins."