Jealousy
They call her green
Her eyes are mean
She’s blowing steam
She comes on scene
This type of weakness
Is of some uniqueness
Devoid of any sweetness
Absent of any neatness
Inadequate tendencies
Personal discrepancies
She can lack maturity
It’s a seething insecurity
The Envious desire
Can quickly catch fire
The drama’s quite dressy
It can make life quite messy
When desire’s the goal
You’ll fall in this hole
And it will take its toll
As It feeds on your soul
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