I started college as an English major in Poetry.
Her poem for Clinton’s Inauguration spawned an entire generation of hideous pointless prose that would make even Jon Anderson say “WTF was that all about?”. That’s not poetry. That’s a spelling test.
rock, once dinasour poo
scissors, aimed at you
paper, makes you da fool
Galactic Constipation
Releasing on our Nation
Don't play whitey's game
Rock, Scissor, Paper
You not da one to blame!
It's Whitey, Get his Honky ass
String em up, Lynch ‘em
Teach him a Lesson
He got you all confused
You been terribly abused
Don't play his game
The American Dream
is not for you
It's payback time
There aint no crime in seein whitey
as the devil
Rock to the head
Scissor to the Heart
Paper say He's Dead.
That Inauguration poem also spawned this:
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-bloggers/3080064/posts#21
While still hideous given the material being parodied, I think you may find its subject matter more to your liking.
Nonetheless, as little as I think of her poetry or politics, my prayer is that she left this world in a state of grace.