Envy

The Envy They do not pay me well, in this café, where I work, so I take a little food home and drink a little wine, when I can, because all the chefs I read about make much more money than me. When a big shot, in the world of finance, gets paid a million in bonus, he takes it but grumble for in his circle, he knows no one who are paid less then this, but many who are paid more When I get my pension after cooking food for fifty years, it will not be much and I know of no one who get less than me, but plenty who receive much more and that makes me bitter. But it’s sweet to know that those who make more money than me are rancorous too ‘cause they know of many very rich people who have much more money than they have.