What a weird book. At first, it seemed like Shel Silverstein. Then, when there was the poem about a little girl blowing her face off with a bomb to remove facial hair, I was kind of pulled out from it. I get that they were trying to do something absurd and 'out there.' But that poem was just so disturbing, in a way.
My Grandma found this book at the thrift store she works at in Sechelt, British Columbia. She gave it to me, and I liked how strange the illustrations were... But the poems became abundantly clear that they became a tad repetitive (in that they lacked substance) after a while.