Ode To Envy Poem by Chibueze Oscar Osuji

MY BROWS, concave in mischief plot
Furr'wing my forehead in a knot,
Envy come O wick'd wave
Blow'ng your breath in my human blood;
Let your tides roar as a rowing flood
In th' harbour of a slave.

I have seen the joys of a friend
Of which I neither comprehend
His loud laughter and mirth
Filling his heart as th' gourd of kings;
Of whom fine golden Midas' things
Are seen in their paws er' birth.

Envy, grasping me by the hand
Thrusting my heart to Anger-land
Tossing to sin again
When a good friend becomes my foe
And his happiness is my woe,
His merriment, my vain.

In my mindless-mind you abide
Growing Hatr'd boughs forever wide
Indeed in my wax'n heart,
Where you rock me with tenderness
As new painting brushes, address
A gallant bronzen art.

I am basking in you Old bitt'r one
Your Vinegar taste is ne'er gone,
Or farmish'd from my mood!
All clumsy nights I am e'er found
Dancing your dire sirenic sound;
O' Envy: my only good!