I Wrote a Book

Every book in the New York Public Library is handpicked by a seasoned corps of 16 selectors and helpers who are the gatekeepers to the library’s circulating collection of nearly 5 million books, 1.7 million e-books and 177,000 audiobooks.

These selectors have, at minimum, a master’s degree in library science and a love of reading. They scour thousands of titles so borrowers don’t have to. From inside a squat, brick building in Long Island City, Queens, they are “fighting for good books,” said Michael Santangelo, the deputy director of collection management.

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I wrote a book, a lovely book, a book for all mankind.

It should be read by ev'ryone -- cuz it will blow their mind.

I placed it here, I placed it there -- a hundred copies, so;

America must understand my genius is not slow.

But then an awful thing occurred -- a library demurred;

they did not want my lovely book, no not a single word!

They said my book was rotten and not worth an onion peel.

They said it was redundant; a brobdingnagian spiel.

I bribed them with hard liquor; I offered cold hard cash.

I sent them sweets and flowers -- it didn't make a splash.

They had their chance at glory, they might as well admit

they'll be eating humble pie when my book is a hit.

I've sent it to the Mayor -- de Blasio will see

that my book is a marvel and is making history.

Who needs a dumb library? Why should I care at all?

In fact I now am ready an epic new to scrawl!