Rastafarian Warmth

Turn your head left or right
If here you’re looking for honesty
because I won’t tell you of the dealings
My hand is flush with emeralds
jade, shimmering green jealousy

Pass on the collection plate
if not what you seek is sympathy
For this orchestra has delivered
its final rendition of this act
No longer will I say I was envious

Jealousy and yet it wasn’t at the time
sheer dislike those damn flies
always sniffing away, sulkenly on my skin
why leech of the vibe I emanate?
because they shake the ground
with rastafarian warmth
and acceptance and peace