Holy Smokes! - Henry Bowers

It’s all bullshit — she said with a smile

As she tore another page and set it on fire

It only took a couple of chapters of this garbage

For me to see flashes of red carnage

Goody-two-shoes with his positive attitude

Sniffing his own farts and vomiting platitudes

Pretty paragon with astonishing attributes

Stirring up anger of mind boggling magnitude

Just where does he get off claiming to get

What it’s like being me — she said shaking her head

Never have I read anything half as phony as

This sanctimonious crap — damn near odious

Page after page he goes on

About the power of positive thought but for so long

Shit has been shoveled in my face so get that

When some douchebag tells me to embrace my setbacks

I almost get the feeling it was meant to provoke

She continued in contempt staring into the smoke

I’m sure within those pages there was something to learn

But I feel I get more out of it watching them burn

I’m searching — she said now looking at me

But I’m fairly confident it’s not a book that I need

And it doesn’t really matter if it’s written by a sage

She concluded quite calmly and lit another page

Now put your lighters up

Put ‘em up now — holy smokes

Some people write these books to get rid of their demons

Others don’t write but feel bliss when they read ‘em

Then there are those who get sick to their stomachs

By the writers and the readers — when it reaches its summit

And it turns into rage too huge to neglect

Then burning a page can have a soothing effect

Myself — I observe and take notes and quotes

Like the old saying goes — whatever floats your boat