None know a hunger like mine
Of such ravenous qualities
So painful, yet so sublime
What have you say, now, Socrates,
My sin is known to thousands of mankind
Like those of Esau, son of Issac
Sold his birthright while not right of mind
A deal most certainly horrific,
I'm the sin most common
Whose accompanied hungrily
By those who are rotten
I'm referred to as Gluttony.