Pity the Book

Pity the book;
It knows not your face nor your soul
It imparts its all without a call,
It judges not the low nor the tall,
It blames you not when you let it fall --
But holds you close and engulfs you whole.

Pity the book;
It loves your touch and coquettish yearning,
It breathes your air and tastes your skin,
It feeds on your desire and your keen,
It feeds you words and makes you feel seen --
And loves you more than you could ever imagine.

Pity the book;
It envies the little shining screen you love,
It wants to hold your hand like you hold that thing,
It wants to spend time with you like that thing,
It wants to laugh with you like you smile at that thing --
And now it eats you, so you can't push nor shove.

Pity the book, it pities you;
Your best friend, it will never let you go,
It will guide you through castles and science fiction,
It will teach you language and enhance your diction,
It will tell you stories of hatred, love, misery and affection --
Just pick it up from the dust, lest pity turn to woe.