Maiche Lev’s twelfth volume of poetry explores the bumps and octopus tentacle suction cups along the way. Don’t forget your snorkel(s). Growl at will. Where it so happens that life drops a bowling ball into your lap from above, there’s no use complaining. This book is full of such cruelty and objectionable landings … but it proves that there’s no getting used to those emotions encountered when Chevy Chase proves himself beyond obnoxious and you’re just plain sick of it to the point where you could kill both Jimmys and Seth alike. A must for your new coffee table. Or send us your old coffee table. We refurbish.