Apology of the Envious

I think it is silly
When you envy someone;
You try to measure up
But find it hard,
So you wish him dead.
Away, away!
Move away from here
I hate to see you,
Your sight irritates me;
See the way you
Strut;
Your shoulders measure up
To your nose;
You give me
That slant look
As if I am a nobody
But the fact that
I do not have the talents
You do
Does not make you any better
Than me.