My Library
my library is crammed full, some of it ****,
somethings in there, I don't even get,
but that's who I am, and what I'm about
stories, movies, books and such,
all overflowing into the living room hutch,
I even found an old jar of sauerkraut
Plato, Brokaw, and Chaos's Gleick,
Saving Private Ryan, and Naked Gun shtick,
I'm here, there and everywhere on the map
Sagan, Obama, and General Powell,
who here remembers, Thurston Howell,
Gilligans Isle, now that was some goofy crap
and if you know me, my music's the bomb,
some loud as hell and some really calm,
Mott the Hoople, All the Way to Memphis and back
I'll listen to Bethoven, I'll listen to Bach,
but my favorite of course, is kick-*** rock,
Nectar remembered the future, it's in my stack
Sabato likes politics, and Roberts the past,
Dan Brown's novels, has the action real fast,
Schopenhauer had little regard, for the girls
Schindlers's list was a gripping tale,
Titanic was cool but had a horrific sail,
I always really loved, Shirley Temple's curls
Sherlock Holmes, was a real tricky dude,
I remember when I saw, Mary Poppins ****,
Shawshank Redemption, was a powerful flick
Monty Python's search, for the Holy Grail,
old time rock with J.J. Cale,
the first Alien story was really slick
now I've barely opened, the door inside of me,
there's a hell of lot more, of me to see,
so I'll probably be back, with much more to tell
my poetry of course, when I find the time,
always looking for, a reason or rhyme,
see y'all later, come back, sit a spell
Gomer LePoet...