The Green Eyed Monster w/ The Jaundiced Eye

Pity him!
Poor thing, look how well oft the others are
And you have a den
Yes, you do see the world
Stone, mildew, cold
So much the cold
The others though, so warm!
Warm as the light in Elysium which pierces the blue sky!
But who can tell the difference?
GET OUT!
You are in heaven, you just disguise it as a cave
Come out and you will see
You are aloft the clouds
Do not belie
You are jealous no doubt
But no worse

Also I love how I claim to write "Poetry"
Whatever Poetry is
Don't you tell me what Poetry is!
Poetry can be anything it wants to be, also anyone can see anything as poetic!
And now I go and look up definitions of poetry
Although I know that whatever I find will be completely erroneous...
"The art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts."
Hey!
Don't tell me that I need Rhythm!
I can be as choppy as I want to be!
And make it sound good!
Poetry can be as vapid, unpleasurable, ugly, uncreative, or elementary as I want it to be!

I was wondering, why are my ads always about God and coconuts?
I just realized that the ads are going to try and mimic the content of my blog
And why do I still write in poetic form even with the least poetic writings?
Whatever poetic form is
Don't tell me what poetry is!
Poetry can be written any way it wants to be written
And I don't want to write anymore on this topic at this moment in time so I will not.