Unless you have taken to the woods, all Thoreau-like, you probably know that there’s a new Panic! at the Disco album out. You probably also know that Panic! at the Disco is best-known for 1) being the soundtrack to most of our collective teenage angst, and also 2) their song titles, which are novels in and of themselves. (Example: “There’s A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey. You Just Haven’t Thought Of It Yet.” That’s an entire story, Brendon Urie! We haven’t even got to the song yet!)
Robert Frost has a lot of poems. Some of them sound like something out of P!ATD’s discography of lengthy, emo-sounding bops. Can you tell them apart?