We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I have never appreciated the idea of approaching poetry as if every one was a crossword in the Times of London where the clues are themselves multi-level puzzles. A half-century ago I queried my seventh-grade teacher "If that is what he meant to say, why didn't he?"
Now, some poetry is meant to be so approached. Generally, I avoid such, but that is my taste.