Envious... when does it change names

Envious

I’m envious of so much

I feel like I’m losing touch

Why has it become so hard for me

To accept myself and let it be

I’m envious of Coca-Cola drinkers

Whose billboard in the night-light flickers

They open their bottle and they open happiness

When my life experience is such crappiness

I’m envious of the billboard model

Without her cellulite or fat wobble

Thanks to the photoshop experts

Her enhanced features are forever perked

I’m envious of the birds on the grass

Relaxed and sun-tanning around that bath

They’ll never get skin cancer, they’ll be fine

They weren’t born into a gene pool like mine

Envy is supposed to help one strive and improve

But what happens when there’s nothing more to do

When does the word simply slip

And envious become a jealous trip?