He’s living in India

Doing yoga

Wearing linen

My cravat

Sipping gin

Reading my blog

Aloud

Pitying me

And

Joyously laughing

Celebrating

Performing

My works

At private dinner parties

He’s made me quite famous

For being a terrible writer

Honoring me

For writing

His private club

Has invited me to visit

If I’ll pay

My own way

The drunks

They FaceTimed me

By accident

Once

Rally racing

Bristol 405 drophead coupes

All dressed

As

Ancient

Greek

Philosophers

And

Groucho Marx brows, mustache and glasses

Sadly

I’ll admit

To

Envy