Imbecile Poem by David Thomas

Imbecile



Why do you complain so?
about these books that happen to be
very high on many lists
of must reads?
you say they curse, they have sex,
drugs, nudity, violence,
well then let me ask you
and think closely on this,
what then is real life? hmm?
do we not have sex, cursing,
drugs, nudity, violence?
it's not the book it's you.
you imbecile.
you complain angrily
about these amazing books
when they have done no harm
in simply, expertly capturing
the entity and substance
that is the human race,
and life as we so 'happily'
know it.
Lying bunch of whiners.

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