Ant Smith

All poems

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