The Bookstore Culprit
One day, I went to a bookstore
It’s not a surprise,
I always go there,
To look at the books of lies.
New books were there,
But I found some lost ones,
I reckoned they’d been hidden
By someone who loves guns
But then I realized something,
Smiling towards the shelf,
Someone hid it because,
He got no money but wants it for himself
And then the bitch in my head talked,
I did what it asked,
I hid the book to another place,
Because I want to see his disappointed face.
7:06 PM, Bedroom, 1/12/2013
–Patrick John Dee
(C) The Daily Patrick 2013
