Poem: The Sting of Jealousy

A lot of people really hate Sting. The thing is, they say, it’s about what he has to say more than it’s about how he plays.

Though a lot of them don’t like his solo records, don’t listen – never did.

I reckon it’s jealousy. Plain. Simple.

Whatever rainforest-saving, self-serving trip he’s been on, whatever hammy half-acting he serves up on film

he is a guy …