Books are wonderful

Books are terrific

Books are stupendous

Experiential

Excuriating

Books are a pain in the arse

They are full of words and pictures

Sentences paragraphs and chapters

Long screeds of endless statistics

Sections and subsections

Secretious secrets

References and cross references

Endless jibber jabber and flim flam

So often taking ages to get to the point

 

Reading between the lines might get you

Some sort of truth

They are biased and culturally effete

Bound in endless argument

With themselves or somebody else

About the finer points of who said what

To who

All dated amended and with caveats

 

Books are splendid

Sensational and triumphant

Put on your list

A must read

So, you can tick the box

And become culturally alert

And elite

Books are dirty smutty grubby

Torn and worn

Sheaves of words clipped and shorn

In all sorts of unusual places

Tawdry underlined

Coffee stained and smudged

Like a back street boudiour

In some film noir bordello

Underlined and underrated

 

Books are ultimately made from wood

So full of their own opinion

And self-inflated magnificence

Cut and lined

Crafted to impress

Leather plastic bound

Treated with reverence

Often contentious

Full of tripe

Constipated

Conspicuous

Much maligned and talked about

Soiled spoiled and deflowered

With little rebuke or consequence

Books are opium

Books are great