If one could wear jealousy like a piece of clothing,
Consider what he wore a black tuxedo.
He envied the rich life his close friends had,
Saw their happiness as an attack on his ego.
I say the word, friends, lightly,
Because he saw each one as a tool.
When they shared any positive news,
He’d mocked them with words so cruel.
Not to their faces, no he wouldn’t dare,
But behind a screen, computer or phone.
Where his internet persona reigned supreme,
Insulting through a sarcastic tone.
“But it’s said with good intentions, nothing malicious,”
He would say when he had to backtrack.
Lying and gas-lighting to avoid taking fault,
While holding a dagger behind his back.
Living in misery from his own sins,
That devilish cur in the green suit.
Best stay away from a man like him,
A coward with a bite who deserves the boot.