I'm jealous that you can write poetry,
I'm jealous of your potato-sack girlfriend,
and of your dimwit wife, and your two garages,
and of your supportive family, and of
your older female acquaintance.
I'm jealous that you're in Japan, and that you
are too.
I'm jealous, because I like the word,
it looks like a pretty name on paper,
I can relate, you know?
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