When jealousy hits you
Those bare bones speak
When envy enters its ring
Nameless faces show up at the scene
Where many weren’t invited
Scarred inside their small mind
As they see implements that they dare buy
They glare at one another as if they killed a mad man
Raged in competition they’re hung between the good and the better ones
Rigid, as they see simplicity pass them by
Not a fault to her eye
Poor or wealthy they knife them unknowingly
Down, backwards and vile unaccountably
For their greed is an infection they don’t have a cure for
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