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The first thing I thought when I read Tell Me What You Know About Dismemberment was that this guy (or girl) has some issues.  The second thing I thought was that this person (seriously I can't read cursive that well so I have no idea who they are, I can make out what I think is a B, H, A, and N from the first name and I think the other names are Kapil and Rider.  Anyway.) is extremely lazy and has some issues.  I kind of like the feeling of laziness I get from it (I can relate.) but the violence in the poem really makes me think that he/she has issues.  Did I mention I think he/she has issues?

I like Gabion Parapet because now everyone can feel how I do when I try to read poems.  I seriously have no clue what this is about.  I feel like I'm in the movie The Shining (I have not actually seen it but I have seen the Simpson's version and that's pretty much the same thing right?) realizing that the person who wrote this is going crazy.  The only message I can see this poem giving is don't do drugs kids, and no TV and no beer make Homer go crazy. (That's how the movie goes right?)

So I looked at that one Emily Dickinson one, you know that one, the one with the thing and the other thing, yeah that's the one.  It's the one with the 377 (949) over it.  Anyway from the looks of it the poem is saying that we are fare away fro the dead and I mean FAR away, like so incredibly far that- alright I'll stop.  I'm not really sure what actual meaning is in this poem, it sounds like she just found a poetic way of saying that the dead are very very very very very Very very very very very very very very very very very very *Deep inhale* very very very very very very^1000000000000 far away.  I'm not trying to be insulting I just don't know what's going on in any of these poems so I look for humor in them and go off of that.

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The first thing I looked at was the Shakespeare Sonnet 130.  Honestly I'm not sure what the intentions of the poem were, the poem could have been about beauty only being skin deep and love will always find a way or it could be an rude joke.  A large part of the reason I think it might be a joke is because of lines like "If hair be wires, black wires grow on her head."  The line makes it seam as if the poem is not taking itself seriously leading to the thought that it is in fact not serious at all.  Whether or not the poem is serious I don't think it's the kind of thing you would read to anyone you were interested in.
After Shakespeare's poem I looked at the one that copied it.  The poem is obviously a parody of Shakespeare's work with every line being the same just with different words like "If her mop were Slinkys, then dishwater Slinkys would grow on her noggin."  It's the exact same line as before but every noun is changed into something funnier.  Even if Shakespeare's poem was meant to be serious there is no doubt that this one isn't in the least.
The third piece I looked at was Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.  Either this poem has some profound meaning about life that my unenlightened mind is to feeble to comprehend or this person really liked Blackbirds and I mean REALLY liked them.  The premise is one that could be considered silly and something that I  myself would probably use if I had to write a poem.  There are hints that the poem might be more than just a person's obsession with blackbirds but I like my view of it so I'm going with that one.

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After looking through the poems the most interesting one to me is In the Tree.  I like the poem mostly because it kept my attention the entire time I was reading it.  Some times when I read poems I get detracted, in looking for hidden meanings my mind trails off on different thoughts throughout the poem breaking it up in such away that I have trouble seeing any pattern while other times I can piece the poem together fine but it's so cough up in symbolism's I can't understand and I am left utterly confused.  In the Tree is written more like a story, simple and easily understandable.  Although any symbolic meaning in the poem is lost to me I both enjoyed and agreed with what the poem has to say about how the writer likes the rain. 
After reading Lens I have decided that it it because of my inability to see symbolism in these poems that make them sound like gibberish.  I'm sure if I understood what they meant they would sound profound or at the very least understandable but from where I'm at they sound like somebody talking a song.  the most I got out of Lens was the feeling that it was someone trying to say something to someone else but even then I could be completely wrong. 

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    “F#ck you.”

    “What did I do?”

    “You pushed the freakin button!”

    “How was I suppose to know that this was going to happen?”

    “I told you not to push it!”  His arms were crossed and his face was that of utter loathing which like everything else looked completely ridiculous while slowly rotating upside down.

    “Why should I have trusted you?”  The other said with both bewilderment and annoyance towards the entire situation.

    “Why shouldn’t you?”  By this point he was completely upside down and was now turning back upwards, his hair peeling off the left side of his head to flap in the wind and his long brown jacket following suite.

    “You're my enemy, and like what 12?”  His similarly long purple jacket was also flapping upwards frantically.

    “Alright one I’m 14, two I’m taller than you and could kick your @ss so my age is irrelevant, three what makes you think that we’re enemies, and four how would that be relevant either?”

    “One f#ck you, two f#ck you, three I do believe you said something about performing a colonoscopy with your boot, and four the definition of enemies is that they’re untrustworthy.”

    “Give me one example of a time when someone pressed a button that someone else told them not to and it turned out well for anyone.”

    “Well it’s not like that kind of situation happens often.”

    “Then obviously you haven’t been here that long because that kind of thing happens like once a month.  Hey did you here?  Some stupid researcher from New Salus pushed a button in some ruin.  Activated a sand snake that killed here and the rest of the crew.  Greg told her not to but no, that dumb@ss had to push it.  Or as you would hear it in one of the outposts.  A team of researchers were killed last week it is assumed that bandits are responsible for their deaths, that brings the bandit death toll to 27 this month.  In other news on the 12 some fat politician an ocean away is going to be elected to sit with his thumb up his @ss and talk about how we need to bring civilization to Rodina.  Remember stay within the safety of the outpost walls and you might last 10 seconds longer against the giant robots I mean bandits that scour the Wasteland.  Have a nice day.”

    “You know there is this thing called not being a d*ck.”

    “Hey f#ck yo-” He stopped slowly rotating angrily in time to avoid a laser beam blaring down from above.

“And then there’s this @sshole!”  He said referring to the large robot dragon made out of the same brown stone the runic walls were made out of.  It was descending upon them quickly, it’s mouth charging up for another laser.  “This is all your fault.”

“Well maybe they should have put a warning label on the f#cking button!  And besides Mr. I can kick your @ss if you’re so tough then why don't you deal with it?” 

“I would if I wasn’t conserving what energy that isn’t being suppressed by the runic walls of this accursed bottomless elevator shaft so that I can survive the fa- oh hey look there’s the ground.”