Non-Fiction In the New Yorker

If the subject is appealing, I’ll, at first, begin to read, Though the facts with which I’m dealing Are way more than what I need. All the knowledge that I’m gaining, By the time I reach page 3, Can’t prevent my interest waning And I’m sure it’s not just me. Aren’t the editors aware of When a story is too long? For as readers, we despair of Lack of reining in what’s wrong. What I mostly end up doing Is abandoning, mid-stream, Someone’s effort, rarely ruing That it might be gaining steam. Still, I’ll stick with my subscription; Through its pages I will comb. What might cause a true conniption Is an enigmatic poem!