Danielle Pafunda, "RSVP"

For me, this comes dangerously close to a Billy Collins poem: a simple premise slickly executed. Some might find it clever and amusing. It might be better than the typical Collins poem; I'm not in a position to know:

"Don't invite me to your pity party.
Don't call me up on your pity party line
and invite me over for punch and cookies..."

and so on...

But coming across it in a "Best" volume creates too heavy an expectation for such a slight piece. This is a poem you dash off in a few minutes and post to "as-is."