Damn all the good books,
They call out my name,
I reach out to read them all,
Falling flat on my face with shame,
The timeless classics Don Quixote would say,
The newfound glories, Clancy and James Frey,
The poets like Poe
Ms. Emily I feel your pain
But I haven't the time
To read every non-rhyme
and clear the shelves of Humor,
Mystery, History, Architecture
and all the good books call out
my name "Bend my sheath." "Break my spine." "Get familiar with me."
I haven't the time.
Damn all the good books!