sketchbook ink.

Jealousy

Is the way I see them, with my green eyes. I despise all that was and will be because it or they are not me….hating everything that is not me…..

Who am I…..I am the one that wrote the quotes that sparked the wars…..I was the one that turned queens into whores….Which had them riding on beast with symbols of my boasting….I don’t  need to talk about me….I got’em doing my promotion…

Thinking we are one, cool and all. When I’m really trying to steal on you all….Steaming with regret, I’m upset and they just don’t get it.

They don’t know it yet…..But I really,really, reeeeeally want what each person got. I know what I’ll do, I’ll hit’em with the steel and bust off a shot, and then take what they got…steal on them before they get what I got.

But wait….pause and chill it’s not mine, It is not time for me to do the do….or remember that this image is everything and I thirst….so bring me all that stuff which is new…all that you hold true. Just give it to me!

I’ll have it all and you will not,not,not…..Knock, knock, knocking at my door. Who’s that peeping in my window, one shot, POW!!!

Now, nobody now……they may have come to see….this image of jealousy, this image that made it from every coast and sea, to sea every coast and wasteland…..this image that made every man wanna be….as large as me….Because this image causes everyone to see nothing. But think,of all that they envy…….

My Penis!