This little screenshot is pretty much perfect. I'm not sure it's poetry, but I love that someone had accidentally submitted this review for one of those massive Norton Anthologies, this one of poetry. (I have a massive one for English Literature sitting on the shelf about my desk, and I'm pretty certain just getting off the shelf qualifies as a workout.)
My favorite part is the name he uses: Steak Jackson. That's gold.
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