Salty

Marble floors, big double doors,
All you can have, yet you want more.
Yearly trips, bikini dips,
Driving me crazy, your brand new whip.

I wonder what it's like to live in the Heights and Terraces
With indoor pools and private schools
Wonder if the couples have fancy fetishes
Or get turned on by how good their credit is.

To once in a while with my countryclub memberships
Imagine the feel of a shoe that will never fit
To 'If that life of yours was mine'
Then donate to a hungry smile

Maybe I will never know and stay inexperienced
And I can't afford an obsession so mysterious
But since I won't get your life out of my head
I'll collect all my wonders and feed them instead
To the green eyed monster that's under my bed.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Some unique rhymes in this one, a rather amusing tale about envy. The speaker, it appears, wonders frequently about what it would be like to live the high life. Although the green eyed monster is usually thought of as the symbol of jealousy, that vice and envy are such close relatives that the symbol is an apt one. At poem's end, the speaker seems to realize the futility of such dreams. So should we all. Well done.

[TropicalDelight]

Thank you so much for your review!!