You have the cutting edge of technology
I, the bleeding wound of poetry.
You conduct business at the speed of thought
I undo myself with the sloth of a snail.
You network, you connect, you dare, you do
I blabber, I mumble, I cry, I sigh.
With nimble fingers and lightning brain you touch lives,
Sell dreams, spread sweetness, light and smiles
Acid and poison fly about when lives touch mine
I'm stoned on failures, sleeping-pills my only succour.
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Jealousy can be a dangerous thing. You have presented this in a unique way. I enjoyed reading it.