Because I'm a little behind in my resolution and 2012 is almost here, I went searching for no-cost quick reads for my Kindle. This is one of those books.
It's poetry, yes, but unlike most poetry I've read, it's not even attempting to be beautiful. Internet porn features in more than one of the sonnets and some of the other subjects touched on are either ugly or pedestrian.
After a few, they seemed to kind of blend together rather than to make me either smile or be shocked (which I'm assuming was the purpose here). Felt like the attempts of a high school "fringe artist."
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