Consumed by envy, you’re not thinkin’ straight,
the ones you love most, feel all your hate.
It’s a vicious circle, sucks at your very soul,
I thought I had it beat, had it under control.
Shook the monkey off my back.
Broke my debt-chains, I’m back in black.
But that terror coloured green
crept back silent and unseen.
I gotta kill, my green-eyed monster.
Thought I had it beat, but you know what thought did.
Obsessive jealous fury, irrational ‘n’ rabid
Consumed by desire, eaten up with mistrust.
Like scorched earth tactics, sow destruction and dust.
And what’s it all for? It’s not like it’s a virtue,
a nasty little vice, out to destroy and hurt you.
©20.8.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman