Jealous

Can't I just have what he has?
His confidence? His grace?
The way he moves through the world?
And the world accommodating his space?

Can't I own that grandeur?
His elegant excessive style?
Carving out slender slices of reality?
With a twinkling eye and a dashing smile?

Couldn't it just be me for once?
To simply feel at fucking ease?
Without causing such a huff and fuss?
When I dare do as I please?

Can't I just have his clothes?
His flawless baby-like marble skin?
His azure thousand meter stare?
His million dollar show time grin?

Can't I just have his wealth?
His house? His yard? His car? His pool?
I bet you, I could wear him inside out,
And still turn out this fool.
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