Hah, no, just kidding. I think this is pretty funny. After all, whatever I say can be critiqued by the poem, no?
Anyway. Not sure the first stanza really fits with the tone of the rest. It's the most poetic of all the stanzas, and so it's sort of a let-down when we continue reading the poem and it deteriorates.
Honestly? I don't understand a word of stanza 4.
And the poem doesn't really conclude, it merely fades off on another tangent that sounds like more of a Lounge discussion than poetry.
But then again, don't take my critique too seriously.
Uhm, I have to say this is all way too deep for my liking. I am just a mere simpleton and when I read this, I knew that I needed a new understanding of certain poems.
Hmm, I did a poem like this... I actually cannot remeber what it was called. I believe I just called it Critiques. Check it out maybe? Although, I don't think mine is as good as this; if I understood any of it.
Don't take that harshly, I just don't take enough time to think about a poem. One useful point I think I may make is that the use of the word "Uselessness" in stanza four, messes up the flow a little and makes the poem seem a little childish.
Hope my pathetic excuse for a review helped,
GingerApologies.
You are a terrible writer and I hate your face, despite the fact that you seem to be after my own heart in this particular piece. Either way, this could probably be fixed by you killing yourself.
"Is", "is." "is" — the idiocy of the word haunts me. If it were abolished, human thought might begin to make sense. I don't know what anything "is"; I only know how it seems to me at this moment. -Robert Anton Wilson
