Did I not win it good
is that not why you're *******
green with envy
as rubber plant rooted in cheap compost
looking at the refined radiance
of a bluest Sapphire Orchid in sublime bloom

I plucked a royal flush
a five star winning hand
while in the down low
your jealousy marries your hate and angsts
and you burn red in the face
like the garish red neon bulbs on a Dutch brothel door

only the broken knows
the different notes of broken
as the abused by providence find solace
in the self loathing they mask by pointing fingers
you can hide but what you are cannot
it was with you as the water broke for your birth