Taking a little piece of you

It begins in your belly lurking deep within the core
and with every graceless action it seeps through every pore
Its’ expression soft and soothing as it seeks you to implore
all those nasty little utterences rising up with wanton roar
till before you know it there is a shrill caterwaul
with all the assets they have I’m jealous even more

there is no rhyme or reason to this feeling you can’t ignore
for it comes without invitation nor a knock upon your door
sometimes as it nags you feel inferior perhaps even poor
but when those voices get you
compel yourself once more
to smile and think I can change every shade of envy into something harmonious to all.

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