If I Were A Book

If I were a book
I'd have a peculiar look

So heavy, the shelf would rattle
With a tightly stitched saddle

It would be a collection
Of the odd recollection

Of slapstick humor
And existential horror

It would be a mindbending ride
And an eventual slide

To simultaneous awakening and madness
And escape from sadness

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