You don’t want to go
to the library.
It’s full
of lies, Barry.
All silence, syntax, and story–
You know the truth, Barry, lies
in the noise, gibberish, and vainglory–
of society’s gobbledygook and pocketbook.
You can’t find truth
in a book
because books spread nothing
but lies, Barry.
To tell the truth, Barry, nobody goes
to the library nor reads books anymore.
Who needs to when they’ve turned all the good ones
into shows
on all the streaming services galore?
Here’s the truth, Barry.
The library is scary.
Full
of syntactic stories warning
of silence
Full
of parables to teach children how to overcome violence
Here’s the truth, Barry.
The library is scary
because it calls out vainglorious gibberish as noisome–
you’re no longer able to hide
behind fear and hate–anti-intellectual poison.
Here’s the lie, Barry:
the truth is buried at the library.
But go ahead and continue to lie, Barry,
while I unbury my truth, Barry, at the library.
