Ant Smith

Political

Envy

You envy me my spare room

You envy me my dope

You envy me my full bloom

You envy me my hope

You envy me what little

I need to stay alive

You wonder why it is that

You suffer in your life

Will I envy you your wages

You say pay for benefits?

Will I envy you your papers

That print such blatant shit?

Will I envy you your pension

As if you have earned it

Or will I envy you your bile

And your vomit and your sick?

Will I envy you your castle

Your mortar and your bricks?

Will I envy you your wife

And all your bastard kids?

Will I envy you your community

A flange of whooping pricks?

Or will I envy you the loneliness

Of broken politics?

Will I envy you your life spent

At the final reckoning?

Will I envy you your total

When it's written down in ink?

Will I envy you your passion

All the things you said and did?

Or will your passing be as if

As though you never did exist?

You envy me my spare room

You envy me my dope

You envy me my full bloom

You envy me my hope

You envy me what little

I need to stay alive

You wonder why it is that

You suffer in your life

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