Ernest Cline's "The Importance of Being Ernest"

Over the weekend I finished Ernest Cline's book of poetry, "The Importance of Being Ernest."  Unfortunately it was not for me, though I can't say if it was his style or his subject matter, perhaps I am not the right sort, since I liked Knight Rider and the author was an Airwolf fan.  Maybe like Tolstoi or Dostoyevski, folks tend to like on or the other, but not both, and that difference shows up in other choices as well.  Anyway, it was an interesting read, but it never quite sang to me, and I never found those lines I felt compelled to share.  Poetry is so subjective that I will just say it wasn't my cup of tea, though I am sure it is someone's, since his verse did get published..