The Librarian And The Reader - Poem by Jackson Worth
'Welcome to my world' she said
'Where words are written to be read
There's love and life scrolled new and old
Painting, poems and stories told'
'You have it all, you've got it made
But all the kids are so afraid
Of leaving novels - chose themselves
In the wrong box, on the wrong shelves'
'Well boy, I hope you sympathize
I do not read and so my eyes
Work hard and I will cater'grize
Their fact and fiction, shape and size'
'You mean to say you do not know
The magic of these seeds you grow?
The tragic passions, tales of woe
The skies of fire these books bestow? '
'Nope. And I don't care you see
For each book has it's place to be
A reference number and authors note
A lack of order gets my goat! '
'I'm sorry Miss, your logic's sound,
But burn these bookshelves to the ground
Delete your codes all one by one
And know my thoughts from this day on...
A Library is a book whore house
Your a Pimp - Here to arouse
The lustful hunger so they feed
On every girl who suits their need
And know your whores all well and good
And give advice, a good pimp should
Of how to touch and taste their love
And drink up every dropp of blood! '
'That's slightly unconventional,
Obsurd and quite non-sensical
But write it down and send it through
I'll file it then get back to you'
So 2 years on and nothings changed
The dust grew thick coz order stayed
But filings worth much less than words read
All those things I should have said....
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