Jealousy is not a green-eyed monster--
He’s actually quite nice
He’s small and cute and cannot speak
but His actions are suffice
He’s prideful as a peacock,
cunning as a fox,
Misleading as a “dead” possum,
quick as 12 nighthawks
He frequently accompanies me
wherever i set forth
I flee Him while He’s in the south--
He follows me due north
He sees my well-kept secrets
where my True Intentions lie
He observes me in my Glory days
and consumes me when I cry
Although He’s always with me,
sometimes I feel He’s left
To my dismay, he always lingers
but without him, I’m bereft
I’ve known Him for forever
and He’s well-informed of me
He’s mine, all mine, you mayn’t have him
for He’s my jealousy