Envy Too Exposed You Poem by James McLain

Envy; and how loud you rate at it,
Suffer me why misfortunes whim
And In the yard lies true, one stick,
While suffer you-his majesty the queen.

Over yonder to that crest, there
And here upon a plate your face.
That pocket sewn open and do fly,
Oft hanged exposes depths morbidity.

Over there the great oak yawns,
Under yon broad branches sleep.
What leaves lend turned up in face,
Remaking lover, embodied leaf behind.

Back at grand loft halls,
they wink you stare and steal,
Too hear some lass,
in song once fair no more.



a.p.