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.