A Miscellany of Green

Hatred of others is born from jealousy and one's own insecurity.

The way you look at me

or anyone at all

The blind could even see

how massive is your gall. 

A talent so far unseen

how easily you vex

Any one who has ever been

hapless enough to meet your hex.

There's jealousy in your eyes

It's there with everything you've seen

Anybody passing by

you find something to despise.

And yet there's two or three

little things on which you'd pass

Things about you that you see

every day in the looking glass.

It must be so very heavy

hauling along every day

Your black heart so full of envy

it must have started to decay.

I'm sure by now you know

this spite of which I speak

And after such a striking blow

your ego must be very weak.

Now it is the time 

to go on and take a chance

To reckon with your crime

and cease this song and dance.

Repair, improve and fix

polish off the sheen

put away the tricks

and lift the emerald screen

bust down the walls and bricks

there's no need to primp or preen

foolish devices to nix 

those of the Miscellany of Green.