Envy

He sang Elvis' "Always on my Mind"

In doorways of local shops
Loathed by the planet's "haves"
King to the world's "have nots"
He sang everything a passer-by
Could ever hope to hear

Quietly but so you knew the tune
Took his little dog
Off for crisps and beer
Whilst bidding everyone "good afternoon"

But when invidia passed on by so damn fast
His kids asking "why" just yards behind
It ain't just the fact that he's so damn good
It's the fact that he's stolen all my lines

But invidia knew so well that busking could he hell
He had played when they had laughed or better coughed
For Joe public always boos if you ain't the real blues
And your soul collection's sitting in your loft

The eighth stood and watched, requested one song
Waited at the very back but didn't clap
It ain't about the melody, the rhythm or the words
Just how far that you're prepared to pass that cap

All envy was thinking and all he'd ever thought
Was 'I wish I could have been that chosen one'
The green of Invidia, it's a hedge or even fort
That you'll never jump or scale until you're gone

But invidia knew so well that busking could be hell
He had played when they had laughed or better coughed
For Joe public always boos if you ain't the real blues
And your soul collection's sitting in your loft

Success of a virus is in the hands of others
Rumours can't be factually based
To speed from the brain, through the veins to the lanes
They have to have assistance of the eighth