The Book

Walk proud but talk loud and that abuse my privilege
In the library get kicked out for saying sick clout from the village
A big collection of book will send you in directions so hooked
On pages of crazy drama like rages of baby mama brains get cooked
The library tradition is like literary composition written or printed
Sometimes hidden and rented for pleasure that’s why porn was invented
Heat and vapor rises like words on sheets of paper paralyzes its readers
The proper author’s plan is to rip souls with manuscripts and scroll be feeders
Of knowledge and feature like college teachers, must become adapters
Of chapters able to be bent like a table on contents find pages
And blind rages, kill my frustration with illustrations shown amazes
Me, some book titles are crooked and suicidal and look so vital
To society like economics