Heard one ape howl, you’ve heard them all...
Which reminds me of a marginally better poet who once claimed to have seen the bast minds of his generation destroyed by madness. On occasion and especially in the presence of bad poetry, I believe I have seen the best minds of my own generation worn down into dullness by the depth of cultural smog hanging over America, a pall which as a much better poet once wrote, has "licked its way into the corners of the evening".