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?
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