You but not the world

Sour, bitter, astringent,
shall I blame my tongue?
Warmth, honey, looseness,
shall I thank the sun?

One day you admit your jealousy,
must not you say the world unfair.
Look now your phony modesty,
it’s you but not the world.

Purity is better than garishness,
you do have good taste.
No make-up is true beauty,
you deserve to be ‘the tree of knowledge of good and evil.’

It’s whose fault that,
a boner worth more than an frigidity?
Its credits to whom for,
the successful audition every second?

See they are drinking champagne up there.
They weren’t rampant from heart, maybe.
Why should I justify my anger anyhow,
yes I am evil.

Go home, you are not the one.
Your dance is no good,
I mean, you are not a good dancer.
Are you supposed to understand? No Sure.