Dress that can feed a village For a hundred years. Pompous talk, cocktail cheers. You wish she’d choke On her caviar. Your very best, always subpar. Palace to house a single soul, When you’re scrounging for Coins to live off the dole. You cringe at the sight Of other’s success, Secretly yearning for their distress. Why, oh why, should I settle for less? Their life’s a luxury, and mine’s a mess, Even with all my sins confessed! Envy corrodes the purest mind. Cataracts, leaves you blind To the riches you yourself possess -- Family, love, and health in excess. And all along you never knew That those you envy, envy you.