Librarian Gangster

November is fulfilling itself and turning out to be an extremely stressful month, full of many wonderful (and by wonderful, I mean horrible) things. For instance, I went to the doctor today and found out that I might have a tumor. On top of that, I was supposed to register for classes earlier today, but I don't know what to major in or what to take. Also, I'm only 10,000 words into NaNoWriMo, when I should be somewhere around 25,000.

Needless to say, my November is sucking. Chance are I'll lose NaNoWriMo, hopefully register for classes in the very near future, and not have a malignant tumor. But I can only hope. And in the meantime, I can do something that will makes almost no sense: share a poem with you.

I present The Librarian Gangster

Librarian Gangster

Hanging out in the stacks

She loves to read books

And she’s got some tact

You can find her here

Every hour, every day

If she could bring some food

It’d be sire that she would stay

Don’t make a lot of noise

Or she’ll kick you out for sure

Just be quiet and respectful

And do everything for her

You’ll always find here there

With her glasses and argyle

When she’s reading a new book

She’ll be gone for a while

Don’t look for her at

Some party or some club

No, she’d rather be right here

Or chilling in a tub

She’s the Librarian Gangster

And she’ll never be without

Her books—they’re her friends

We’ll see you later ‘cause we’re out!

Oh, and did I mention it's Harry Potter week? More on that later.