Browsing the library
For a good book to read.
For a lazy Sunday
I have an interest in poetry.
I walk to the poetry section
Searching for something new.
Do I search with a question?
I barely have few.
I spot a yellow book
Maybe three inches thick
What type is this? I ask.
Then I go to take a look
It looks like a poem collection
Starting with "Poem of Length"
I start with this section;
Diving into words of strength.
I read the first stanza,
The second, the third
Is this a propaganda?
This poem is absurd
I keep on reading
When will this stop?
I've covered three pages
Anymore, I might drop!
This same old poem
Stretching longer and longer
It's not even broken!
I'm going bonkers!
This is a long poem
It keeps spiraling down
This is an endless poem
It's got the insanity crown
My eyes can't rip away
My mind can't think
This poem is bewitching me
Of death, I'm on the brink
Oh when will it stop
When will I be free
I should've been home
Helping my nanny
I finally flip the final page
I finally read the final verse
I finally released my irritant rage
I'm finally free from this demon's curse
I drop the book.
I turn to flee.
Look back, I won't.
Don't go to that library
Don't ask questions
Please just don't.
That book is cursed
It should be blown.
