books,
those evil things
that poison us all,
fill our children’s
minds with questions
we can’t answer,
clutter the world
everywhere like cats,
and now we know why
the kiddies go wacko
from what’s in those books,
this is worse than
fluoridation, than war,
than anything on TV,

yes, destroy them,
save us from conspiracies,
put it all on google,

what?
oh, there’s a pill?
BookSafe? take one
every four books?
are there side effects?
oh, never mind,
nothing could be worse
than the politically incorrect
unregulated and unrestricted
use of a dangerous substance,
hanh?
the pill makes you want
to write books?
safe books
to replace the bad ones?
ok, we can do that,

thank God for modern medicine
and consumer protection,
but one question–do the books
we write have to have a point?
no? that’s good,
that makes sense,
we can write four books
every hour
until they come up
with a pill that will
make us stop,

now, how do I get the lid
off this &(#/@*! bottle?!

(there you go, just for starters…and Hitler’s bunch had to do it the old fashioned way)