What was it called again?

So I read, or rather, flipped through "Disclosure" and I have to say I agree with the comment in the back of the book that says "I didn't get it... it was just 10 pages of her awards, her bills, and her drivers lisence..  maybe I missed something... but I don't think I did.. Strange" because that's exactly how I felt when reading this stupid book.
 I don't find it interesting reading someone's personal documents, and I think it's a stupid idea to put that kind of information out into the world. I definitely don't see how this could possibly be considered poetry. It's documents. The author didn't even write it. It's all photo-copied. I'm actually mad to have spent money on this when I have no intention of reading it ever again, not that I really did the first time.
 What I usually do after a reading, is write a poem inspired by it. But I'm not going to post photo-copies of my personal documents because that's idiotic. I don't even know what to do here. You know what, I am going to write a poem based off of this reading, and it's going to be just as boring and pointless as the book. It's called "The More You Know" and it goes like this:

DOB: April 14, 1995
Eye colour: Green
Hair colour: Brown
Gender: Female
Identifying Marks: piercings, tattoos, birthmarks
Height: I don't even know how tall I am
Age: 19


I bet that was just as fun-filled as the book! Wow, pointless information that nobody cares about! I'm sorry, but I just can't stand this book being called art and being published and people actually paying money for this. I really can't find anything I like about it. Maybe the cover? But even that's annoying because there's no title or anything and so the only way to tell which side is the front without opening it is the fact that there's a bar code on the back. I think this is my least favourite reading because it's so boring.