Envy Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Envy,
Nailed! !
Answered;
Released!

Notorous! ! !
Facing the judgement seat;
Bail, hail!
But you spat on me for no reason.

Casting votes,
With the muse of the season!
Compelled to,
Like the crown of torns;

Horns! ! !
Sounds!
Muse of the surroundings;
In your own clothes;

Casting lots!
Plots and slots;
Dots of life,
Pots very hot.

Your envy! ! ! !
Why? !
Why are you so sad? !
Facing judgement;

In your town,
Muse of your negative acts!
Like thieves caught last night;
Why are you so angry? !