jealous of his "poetry"

Thanks for the laugh, J-Z.  
 
Your claim that I am jealous of your poetry  
assumes that you have written things  
that fill me up  
with envy of the way you set out words  
upon a page  
and make me rage that I’m  
unable to compose a thing or two  
that even comes within a mile  
of imitating you.  
  
The problem, though, is that your way,  
 
with all its grammar gaffes  
fallacious and pretentious claims,  
inclarity of thought,  
inversions causing dread,  
a lack of concrete imagery  
the sacrifice of sense to get a rhyme  
great incoherenceies from line to line  
mistitleing of text  
pomposity and deixis  
didacticism through and through  
and faulty English, too,  
 
displays  
 
no talent on your part  
or skill to phrase your themes  
with requisite linguistic mastery  
to make me (or any reader) think  
that if I followed you in writing as you do  
that I’d produce a “write”  
that was in substance or its sway  
possessing any art  
let alone  a composition worthy  
to be read.  
 
There’s nothing there, you see,  
to make the green-eyed monster rouse  
himself inside of me.  
 
In fact, it’s right to say  
your “work” exemplifies  
how not to write  
 if one would a good poet be,