On C. S. Lewis’ Epic Poem Dymer

Reading it, I get disgust---
It is only jealousy.
And I have a mind to understand
Why people hate what I do write.
It is because I failed at doing what he accomplished.
Realizing that, I submerged myself into the poem
And felt the youthful zeal, and strong affect
Of a wonderful youth writing his epic poem.
I felt my first burgeons of epic poetry
And what I hated I then loved
Because I realized what he did was what I wanted to do---
And that is why people hate me, too,
Is that snobbish acumen.
So, give me the mercy I gave Mr. Lewis
And you may find what is my weakest
Is indeed my strongest.
Like I did with him.