I am utterly and completely torn on how to review this, so I'm going to do something I don't typically do and form a pros and cons list.
Pros:
• The pages are nice and thick. I don't know about anyone else, but that's just something I fancy.
• Some of the poetry is funny, and a piece of good, funny poetry can sometimes be hard to come by.
• Some of the pieces are thought-provoking and bring up very valid points about consumerism, relationships, and life in general. Honestly, when the poems are on point, they are seriously on point. That, alone, despite the rest of the review and the rating I settled on, made me want to give this book five stars.
Cons:
• Some of the poems require the art in the book to finish the joke; I don't like that. There's nothing wrong with the art enhancing the quality of the work, but I don't care for the fact that, without the picture, the poem couldn't stand on its own.
• Some of the poetry is just plain stupid.
• The book, as a whole, is more comedian-like work than pure, raw poetry. And that's not completely unexpected because it is, in fact, a comedian who wrote it, but I'm not really sure it should be labeled as a "poetry" book.
Overall, I chose two stars because, while some of the work is gripping, most of it falls short. Don't get me wrong, I was a fan of Bo Burnham long before he started writing this; I just think, given some of the things he's come up with in the past, this could have been so much better than it was. That being said, he probably meant it to be exactly the way it is. I give him props for creating a book that is a nearly perfect representation of himself.