Joe of the Sea
Librarians are like megaphones
who can totally blow your mind
from across the sea of a century;
Joe, for example, was peacefully
tucked away in obscurity, and
this writing desk and these
bamboo shades contented me.
But now I wonder, where the Hell
are all my cannons; why am I here
and not on some Southern sea?
Thanks anyway, Joe,
for getting the fever
so I don't have to, my pelts
are made of denim and wool,
but they still keep the rain off of me.
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