Constipation
Jealousy is not smooth and isn’t green
Either, not at all like a garden pea;
Rather, like rotten vanilla, obscene,
Emetic—palatable as the Dead Sea.
Manageable till it conquers the veins,
Yet savage and wild, too, it lurks in wait
& leaves the heart stamped, no, hammered with stains.
Acrobatic it is, far more than hate.
Neanderthal in its neck, shoulder, arm,
Outsized like Goliath gone psychotic,
This inner monster vomits only harm.
Hirsute, it and its sweat are despotic.
Enlarged at the sound of, perhaps, just one word,
Re-sized it becomes an unshittable turd.