It Isn’t Very Christlike

Let’s just eat,
or is that admitting defeat?
Jealousy and rage  
in me, do not engage
with me, I’m locked in  
a cage, my love.
Upstaged with hateful heat.  
Twisted ego I beat back-
stay in your place,  
you belong to me!
Losing face seems like
a winning race,  
spin class in a washing machine,  
a bar isn’t enough to get me clean.