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Jennifer Pace
Poetry among the arts
April 11, 2016
Green with Envy.
You push me to the right.
You push me to the left.
Now I am all alone on this plate.
The garlic mashed potatoes were picked first.
Then the fried chicken.
Followed by the carrots.
Even the peas I thought you hated.
I am always last, if picked at all.
Even when I dress myself up with melted cheese.
Green with envy,
I’m left for the dog to eat.
Poetry among the arts
April 11, 2016
Green with Envy.
You push me to the right.
You push me to the left.
Now I am all alone on this plate.
The garlic mashed potatoes were picked first.
Then the fried chicken.
Followed by the carrots.
Even the peas I thought you hated.
I am always last, if picked at all.
Even when I dress myself up with melted cheese.
Green with envy,
I’m left for the dog to eat.
