I've been trying to plan a trip to the Taj Mahal.
I have not seen the Taj Mahal in person.
I feel like it is my duty as a half-Indian girl to go see it.
And some of the best things about knowledge and acquiring
knowledge happen on the internet.
Some of the worst of humanity is on the internet too.
There are things--
I'm going to read to you a found poem,
and you can review anything.
So I always say that the worst of humanity
is in anonymous comment boxes.
Apparently when I was doing research,
you can review the Taj Mahal.
You can review any of the wonders of the world.
And so this is a found poem.
I did not change or make any of this up.
I have sources.
All I did was break lines, and this
is called "One Star Reviews of the Taj Mahal."
Too bad it was man made.
As a standalone attraction, I guess it's passable,
but compared to the McDonald's at Celebration Mall,
it's just meh.
This is not for Indians.
Very tacky.
The garden is so basic.
Everything here is basic.
We were ripped off by local shopkeepers to hold our bags.
You will be swarmed, swarmed by street vendors and children.
Swarmed by camels and parking lot goons, and children,
and cheats cameramen, and stalker tourist guides,
and camel children, and footwear thieves, so I'm just saying,
mind your belongings.
I don't know what the big deal is.
It's just an old love story.
But is it love?
Or is it hate?
Can you believe I was told to get out with my selfie stick?
Don't even think about seeing it under a full moon.
Can you believe?
Can you believe this tomb has no rides?
[LAUGHTER]