Envy

My sin for the day is Envy.
Not wrath, or greed or gluttony.
I see the green teeth snap and grind,
the green tongue flicks
a snake of green, a cord, a noose
That foul serpent.

My sin for the day is Envy.
I have dreams untouched
as if waiting their turn in my life
just past the mediocrity
the have-tos, pay-thats, and work
I watch others.

My sin for the day is Envy.
I would have a plastic home
made of insubstantial means
As long as one dream
A vision, a word-on-paper fantasy
Was mine alone.

My sin for the day is Envy.
We all think of others
of their luck and our loss
Oh how I would want
your car, your house, your job
Just This Once.