"the truism that envy often masquerades as resentment"
write your nonsense all day long
be it your odious quests
taking residency vomiting trite *****
you and acolytes seething in hate, in your inferiority
self-loathing, your talent-less worthlessness and dirtiness
with your ten thousand coerced horsemen of the apocalypse
your braying mob of witless pawns and cannon fodders tripping
and the embittered harridans with wasted lives and bad sad choices
the toxic inglorious collectives of western never-do-well venting angst
look another truism to make you cry,  cream is always stays at the top
I still stand in grace and I still shine like I am only forty years old
my mind still as sane and shape, my temperaments still as cool
you've huffed and puffed in slime and deceits most foul
your serpentine tongues hissing falsehoods by in tons
robbed your neighbor and tried extorting money
twisted it to the blameless becoming monsters
because you envied and coveted their gains
in sickness you can't bear a good man do well
"the truism that envy often masquerades as resentment"