It’s 8 p.m. and work is done,
There’s nothing more to write.
I turn from the computer
And get up to have a bite;
But envy has the munchies
And it likes to eat at night.
Because – well – curiosity
And just to be polite,
I have to check the updates
On a younger poet’s site
(My envy has the munchies
And it likes to eat at night.)
Transfixed by their success,
I sit wallowing in spite.
It’s 1 a.m. and prospects
Of my dinner are now slight;
For envy had the munchies
And it’s eaten me tonight.