Can u tell this overzealous
woman is uncontrollably jealous?
Overcome with this deadly sin
that compells us
to run away from our friends
because their good fortune
gets under our skin.
They always seem to win
when we ourselves feel defeated;
always seem so self-assured
when our confidence has depleted.
They get flowers; we get weeds.
We get mules while they get steeds.
And the covetousness breeds
into an angry jealous parasite
that our immune systems and medications
cannot fight.
Can I sign up for an elective operation
just to alleviate
this green-tempered sensation?
The answer is "blank"
because this disease is fueled by
dark and dank sources,
these emotional and mental voices
that make me spew these hateful noises
from my shaky vocal chords and
aching atria and ventricles.
This parasite with its many tentacles,
not offering any mercy,
not even in the morning time,
not even after hours of crying;
this green-eyed monster refuses dying.