Envy
There he is getting out his
Aston Martin, shrouded in his
Dolce and Gabbana suit, Not a hair
out of place, his Nose supporting
Gucci sun Glasses, his designer
stubble accentuating the perfect
teeth and demeaning smile,
Slowly walking around the
pristine body work of the car in
his highly polished Versace shoes,
opens the passenger door looking
around as his super model girlfriend
gracefully alights as he examines her
for any imperfections, then arm in arm
they stroll down the street and enters
the wine bar, ready for a night out,
after which they go for a meal at
the French restaurant, then to a
members only night club,
why is life so unfair? why should
he be so privileged? how did he get
things so right and I got it so wrong?
why do I have make do ? When he
doesn't even have to try,
I feel so let down so disadvantaged,
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