Bad Books

Contributed by Nan Potts

Good books can make us happy,
They can also make us sad.
A story, bold and epic,
spark imagery to be had.

There are books that recall history,
nonfiction, full of facts.
While others packed with themes of fancy,
sweeps us to worlds ours lacks.

Our skin may crawl with spooky tales,
not too gory, full of frights.
The supernatural, always thrills,
On dark and stormy nights.

A book that’s of value,
you’ll wish to share or tell.
Of storyline and character,
and emotions which did swell.

But sometimes there’s a bad book,
one full of vulgar-loathing.
It may contain vile ardent thoughts
we’d rather avoid evoking.

It’s too bad these are out there,
some folks would argue though,
“These need to be in public hands.”
But I’m not sure that’s so.

Naive youth may be influenced,
lessened judgement, by degree,
And take a thought too far it seems,
conjuring foul reality.

I wonder the books’ purpose,
what the author had in mind.
Some folks might say, “redeeming grace”,
their message leaves behind.

What do cruel obscenities,
contribute to a story?
Are there redeeming messages,
consequences, bglory?

Some, are said to do just that,
nursing life’s blunt traumas.
Could these books, impugned in value,
be an author’s exploit of dramas?

No matter the solutions,
there are varying opines.
Bad books there are, and justified
by lusty, ardent whines.