If the Air Moved

January 19, 2015

Books really don't mind the second-hand smoke,

Air around is as stagnant as they are

Ultimately we are mobile creatures

Dancing around the trouble we awoke,

If we could change the world, end all the war,

And abandon our develish features

We'd see that these fiction books are no joke.

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