Poetry is silly. I don't mean your poetry, Steve. Your poetry is great. It's not boring, it's not pretentious, and all those well-placed metaphors are really subtle and not cliched at all. I'm talking about all the other poetry in the world. That poetry is stupid. I'm also not talking about this book of poetry. This book of poetry is like yours, Steve - amazing AF.

Oh what, you don't want to read a book of poetry? You're too good for non-Steve poetry? Well look, you're probably right. You're too good for this book. Or maybe, you're too gud fur dis bhuhk. Ever think about that? No, you didn't. #freewisdom4usteve.

What's this book about? Daffodils and pigeons and eggs and dead skin and Mandarin and iron and God and muffins and blank and hippies and and and secrets and science and princesses and peanuts and Ethereum and tea and Steve and cake and staggering amounts of paraphrased wisdom.