A New Book

Every once in a great while

I feel the need for a book.

So I go to my library, and look

For something I haven’t read before.

But somehow I have the uncanny knack

Of checking out the same book again and again.

I really am not such a great fan

Of the ending

But still I read and hope for something different.

I swear I’ve made a list

Of the titles to never check out again

But if this book can change its title and cover, and hide

Under a new name-

How can I avoid it?

I listen for all the tell tale signs

“I’m not a jerk. I’m a nice guy.”

These are my red flags that I’ve willfully ignored

I know the story now, I know how it ends

So what’s the point of beginning?

Each page I turn I know what will happen and

I dread being right.

I pray to be proven wrong.

I really don’t see the worth anymore,

In going to the library and getting a book.