Envy Poem by Justin Reamer

I am one of the deadly sins,
Something that will make death come to you
If you should feel me at all.
I am one of your emotions
Something you might not be able to control,
Something that will make you mad
If I were to make you feel it.

I am that feeling of desire,
Which you feel most of all,
That comes with lust,
Comes with materialism,
Comes with things you cannot explain.
I am the thing you will regret,
If you should
Ever
Get
Your
Way.

I am what you call jealousy,
That thing that makes the green-eyed monster,
Or one of them, anyway.
I make you jealous,
For I make you want your best friend's girlfriend,
Make you desire your neighbour's wife,
Making you covet her in every way,
And making your lustful
Dreams come true.

I am the thing that makes you materialistic
Making you covet your neighbour's house,
Coveting the new lawn mower he received,
And the new 3D Tv he got at the store.
I make you covet the new cell phone
Your best friend has,
The new iPhone 4S with Siri on it and everything.
I make you covet your brother's new Lamborghini,
And your father's Chevy Camaro that was redone,
And your uncle's Ford Galaxy 500,
Which are all very appealing to your eyes,
Since you love cars so much.
I make your son covet his best friend's
New WiiU,
And his new Nintendo 3DS
Because he thinks it is so cool.
I make your wife covet her co-worker's Gucci,
The beautiful $500 purse she is not able to afford,
And I make your daughter covet her best friend's
Beautiful prom dress
Because you are not able to afford the beautiful
expensive dress for $2500.

I make you act in jealousy
When your wife is talking to another man,
For you become angry,
And you feel as if you are
Being cockolded.
You will not let a man take a hold of your wife,
And you will not let some buffoon make a fool out of you.
Your wife is beautiful,
And no one can lay eyes on her but you,
And if anyone DOES touch her,
He is in a world of danger.
No one will cross you,
For you know your ground,
And he knows his.
No one flirts with your wife.
After all, I do make you Ernest Hemingway.

I also make you act like Cain
When your brother gets all the attention from your parents,
For you never got anything,
And he always got the praise.
I move you to do evil,
And, yes, I encourage you.
I am your human forethought,
And only you can resist me.

I am envy,
I am a deadly sin,
And you know that,
However, I am just instinct,
Like all of the other sins,
And it amuses me to see you people fall,
For we are the wild beings in the night,
Released from the pits of hell.