I would buy it. Instead of putting on the white noise machine I could drift off to the your dulcet tones.
Um you do promise not to put any subliminal messages in there don't you?
There are messages in all of my poems, just as there are bones in my arm. Hidden, perhaps, but there.
(Humerus?)
As an example, the poem posted above, "Ahh, Tokin'!" celebrates a different human sense with each stanza. It was constructed that way, but did you notice?