Ode to a Bad Comment

The title,
So cliche.
Redundance
"Feeling pain"?
80%
Of life
Wasted
On what's trite.
It's abstract,
You prove me wrong.
I dare you,
Moving on...
"Tip of the hat"?
Seriously now,
Who does that?
And how?
Who wears hats?
And is it raining outside?
What a dumb expression.
Get with the times.
Now the layout...
But I'll discuss the plot.
Your poem is too short.
Is that all that you've got?
Drink a lot
Morals gone
Rough sex?
Lasted long?
I don't know much,
So I'll blame it on you.
Your poem is pointless
And nothing new.
And "you"?
Who the hell is that?
Where's the story?
Where they be at?
The people in this piece,
Are nothing like the ones I see
So I'm ranting and raving,
Oh, pay attention to me!
Nothing I read
Matches the faces
None of the settings
Are any of those places.
I'm finding it hard
To attune to your poem
It's so like all the others,
Get a style of your own.
And what's this?
Oh, you've mentioned the SOUL?
Is that a purse or a shirt?
Shit! I spilled sauce on my SOUL!
I'll have mine
Shaken, not stirred.
But instead of a meal,
You've made it a word?
So shake your latte
Take a puff of your cig.
It's MY SOUL!
The impact should be big.
Where's your intention?
It all lies in the meaning.
I'm not finding it here
I'll read the Tao Te Ching.
But really,
No pain?
Oh there's pain
In that name.
A convoluted statement
Of depressed and alone.
Contradicting introduction
What happened to SOUL?