I have yet to master poetry
it's not your problem, the fault is me

my expression is meager and weak
yours sets you free, so to speak

nimble words that carry you far
and I'm nowhere near where you are

god, it's frustrating
and your pity isn't helping

seeing you work with such ease
the letters arranging as you please

desperation rising from within
don't tell me jealousy is a mortal sin

you wouldn't know, you're my opponent
that's how it starts, in that very moment

quite suddenly,
I slip into this state of mind

and that's when I wish

《 death upon all humankind 》