When getting my nose in a book
Cured most things short of school
It was worth ruining my eyes

To know I could still keep cool,
And deal out the old right hook
To dirty dogs twice my size.


Later, with inch-thick specs,
Evil was just my lark:

Me and my cloak and fangs
Had ripping times in the dark.
The women I clubbed with sex!

I broke them up like meringues.

Don't read much now: the dude

Who lets the girl down before
The hero arrives, the chap
Who's yellow and keeps the store

Seem far to familiar. Get stewed:
Books are a load of crap.