into the abyss of envy he
*fell
it gobbled him down in its
well
the desire to be the class
act
tormented his resentment
tract
they of quills superb of
skill
outshone the poseur's paltry
till
he hankered for what they
held
yet alas his penning so bad in
meld
at espying their brilliance of
verse
the ground swallowed him up as a
purse
jealousy he'd never ever
subdue
of the green hue there'd be an enduring
*due
