the narcissist J-Z!

Ah the narcissist J-Z!
His ego makes him claim these things:

that I am jealous of what he
presumes to be his wordsmith’s skill,

that jealousy’s what motivates
my criticisms of his “work”,

that it’s my overwhelming wish
to show in what I write
the grasp he boasts he has
of perfect form and style,
and all the perspicacity
that he implies is his
about the subjects he discourses on

like what it is that leads to sin,
to what the scriptures testify,
how all “mankind” is to obtain its bliss,
how Jesus spoke to men,
of what his god supposedly has deemed
men’s post death destiny since their true home
lies not on earth in bodies he renews
but in some other worldly realm
of ghosts up in the sky
.

But why would I (or anyone)
be smitten with a hot desire
to imitate, and claim as mine,
what’s far too often filled
with  grammar gaffes,
and dull forced rhyme,
with solecisms and syntactical mistakes,
and awkward turns of phrase,
inversions and  mis use of words,
stump clumpy metering
and limited vocabulary,
and therefore reproduce
what’s constantly a pile
of incoherent shite.