Envy

Apologies to the folks of means for my envy

You have the green

My green eyes don't have any

You're Meta Verified

Zuck won't take my ID

You have a Follow option

I have friends blocking me

Continuous care is not even an option

My doc said no he won't refill my medicine

It's important that I suffer from increased pain

Withdrawal symptoms first

Maybe call back then

Doctors and nurses are just like dates

They set up times but they're always late

They say they'll call but they seem to forget

I have no money, they won't see me yet

I'm finally good, with no alcohol

But that doesn't really seem to matter at all

They still treat me like I'm still a junkie

So on Friday I'm sad instead of funky

To be honest none of this world makes sense

The folks with the faith

Ignore their own Commandments

They say they have rules like Do Not Kill

But war can be just

If it's your God's will

They have two Commandments against coveting

Created Capitalism despite everything

Call themselves Christian while forgetting

Jesus threw the bankers out, flipped their tables, zing

Christ liked the lepers

He wasn't afraid

He didn't make them wait until He got paid

He rose up Lazarus

In their belief

But didn't charge a cent or treat them like a thief

At least that's what Christians say is their theology

The one they ignore when they ignore me

Pro Gun Pro Life?

Lacks some consistency

But I'm the bad guy

When it doesn't make sense to me

I'm sorry to complain

I know I'm a drain

On your time and your energy

It's such a shame

But it's not just you

It's everyone, too

I absolutely hate it as much as you do

They say they will always make time for me

I think they mean it literally

No react to my reply, no return email

I'm confused and embarrassed

Don't know how I failed

All I can know is what they said

I have no idea what is in their heads

I totally trusted them to mean what they say

But nobody seems sincere these days

No there's no chorus, and there's no bridge

Recording anything requires privilege

Of course it takes money, just like everything

And not one person wants to hear me sing

So I'm sorry that I'm me, I'm sorry I'm alive

Why is it a problem if I feel like I should die

I have a lot of questions and I wonder why

Why must I suffer and not get by

Why must my pain levels get worse

Why won't you let me ride in the hearse

Why is it okay if I'm in the streets

With no medicine and nothing to eat

Why don't you folks follow your own rules

Why am I bad when I get confused

Why do you say if we need help, just ask

When you know it has never once come to pass

You know you don't mean it

You know there's no help

You know it only happens if you do it yourself

You know it takes money which you know I don't have

And I know it doesn't matter because envy is bad

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May 4, 2024