I couldn't connect with any of the poems, got any feelings, or impressions. It was a collection of texts that lacked emotion, inspiration, or passion of any kind. To each their own, and this wasn't for me at all.
I've actually read this before, but Caldiero's books should be re-read often. This book of poems is deliciously absurd, mundane, and inspiring but it's all the more so if you've seen him perform in person.