self absorbed crap, part two
three poets write
one's poems are about something
which can't be explained
it can only be smelled
as the poem is waved under your eyes
and i hate him
for making me feel stupid
the second writes poems
which are so beautiful
that i see heaven touching the earth
and i hate him
because he writes better than me
and the third writes poems
droning on and on about how hard it is
to be human
and i hate him with the intense hatred
that we can only use
on ourselves.
