ok ok guilty again here of perhaps not being so sober .. I was standing in the college bookstore line and the man that does the financial aid .. was guarding the bookstore door .. and his hair was all wild and he was .. well just .. ok so i wrote this watching him
Oh Guardian of the bookstore
-what is your name
-my how you prance
-your hair falls over your eyes
-like a lions mane
Oh Guardian of the bookstore
-dare I say
-why is it you prowl around
-all day!
-or sit upon your thrown of wood
-your gaze sincere
-yet deadly
-ready to defend your forest (books! ha ha)
Oh Guardian of the bookstore
-can you hear my fevered thoughts
-you stare intently at me
-and I am asking what have you seen
-over the years of students that come and go and come
-the rush of every new day
-are there many fights or brawls
-or merrily an existence or campus walls
Oh Guardian of the bookstore
-do you ever bore
-how proudly you expand
-your views to any and all
-how defiantly you defend
-eyes eager to catch a thief
-yet is there pain if you do
Oh Guardian of the bookstore
-here is to you!
-and your mighty (welcome) ROAR (voice)
-and many years of longitude
AND Guardian of the bookstore
-what is it you really do?
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