7 Deadly Verses: Envy

What to do?
What to do?
How so annoying I find you.
You never stay
You labor away
Whilst I sit here and waste away.
Knowing not where to begin
Envy such a deadly sin
For one to have locked deep within.
Always finding something new
How much I doth envy you
Why can -I- find something to do?

(This is an idea in the making. I think I'm going to end up re-writing this part of it.)