those easily falling asleep on aeroplanes
can be easily identified in their
literary outputs... encompassed
with citation akin to: life goes on,
and on, and on... they're so comfortable
and lazy, so quick-minded
with common sense and lack of soul...
reading them makes me uncomfortable,
sitting next to them not knowing
they write such verse makes me feel
like a slaughterhouse; i'm the butcher, apropos.