First come, first serve

A poem greater then my own

Spread upon my tongue 

Won’t hide my jealousy 

Instead I show it well spent

Rant and raving

Words I am craving 

Written by another hand

Told by another soul

Can’t help the envy deep inside

Can’t help the rage I want to hide

Words already spoken

Already spread

Just wish it had come from my own head

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