I often wonder of the reason, for envy having no fixed season, t’is present the year round
it’s influence is widely ranging, never waning, never changing, such persistence does astound
Well known is the figment, of envy having certain pigment, viridescent belike
Yet envy is far from visible, ever drawn to divisible, ensnaring friend and foe alike
It'd be a glaring omission if envy is mistaken for ambition, for the two could not have more differed
Of success, envy is contemptuous, yet of its fruits t’is covetous, dismissing the sacrifices incurred
Dear Friend, do heed my warning, beware of those given to fawning, while barely holding their bile
For indeed there is something slithering, something churning, something withering, hidden beneath that smile
About Envy
Born of a lack of energy expended, not enough to equal the one quality or prize envied. I do not evy. I may not be human. :D slc
To err is human To envy is
To err is human
To envy is angelic ;)