'' He's Found Contentment '' Poem by Bri Mar

I've got two legs,
While he's got none,
The question this begs,
Why do I feel outdone?

I've got a bigger car,
So why am I jealous,
It's really bizarre,
Am I over-zealous?

In luxury I reside,
While he's on the street,
When I see him I hide,
I don't want to meet.

His lifestyle is poor,
While mines is rich,
What's the allure?
I don't want to switch.

He has nothing I want,
Yet my envy shines bright,
It really does haunt,
This just can't be right.

What's in his possession?
That irks and annoys,
I'm filled with aggression,
That his life he enjoys.

While he's always happy,
I live on the edge,
He makes me feel snappy,
His lifestyle I dredge.

I draw him a sneer,
His character I revile,
Yet whenever I appear,
He gives me a smile.

How is he defined?
What is his release?
Within his own mind,
He's totally at peace.

Jealousy causes pain,
Which can lead to resentment,
What drives me insane,
Is,

‘' He's Found Contentment ‘'