I don't use a bookmark
Or fold the precious page
I remember where I stopped





Even after days

Books
are
stacked
as
tall
as
me
In piles                                       'round my room
Some nights I lie awake in fear
"This book
(Gulp)
is over due"

A S.W.A.T. team breaks down my door
And cuffs me on the floor
They'll find the evidence on my shelves and stacked around my door
And drag me to the the little room to make me sweat a few

The moustached cop with coffee stains yells:
THESE BOOKS ARE YEARS PAST DUE!"

But I don't fear the ******' cheese
So when moustache left the room
I used my skill with paperclips, and left the handcuffs strewn
I grabbed myself a hostage
To hightail it outta here
I made it to the front door
Smiling ear to ear

To the Mexican stand off

The bang bang bang


I whispered in her ear
To stop all the crying and whimpering
Her eyes do full of fear
"I promise that you'll see your kids;

I will not hurt you dear

The Pigs creep close
My voice it croaks:
"ALL I WANT'S MY ****** BOOKS
AND WE'LL ALL WALK OUTTA HERE


I'm an outlaw now
A vagabond
Walking through the Wastes
I will not see my home again
Or any friendly place
Nothing now but the open road
And a bag of way-past-dates