"Bad Poetry? Oh Noetry!"

 

 (Amazon Page)

Sadly, I look like that girl right about now (the original facepalm?). 

I am also experiencing deep internal conflict: do I suck it up and get off my high horse or do I bemoan the fact that the art of writing has, apparently, been taken over by Verbosity for Verbosity's Sake, Shock Factor, and Eighth-Graders Crying for Sympathy?

I sincerely wish I could do the former, but it's proving harder than I imagined it would.