Ode to the American Novel by Tom White Lyrics

Books! Come sweep across the broad Atlantic,
And roost with me! Your absence makes me frantic,
With rumo(u)rs that the borde(u)rs soon will close.
Don't listen to those
Totalitarian madfolks, who would fart
On each your separate pages
Rather than think your wisdom worthwhile art
Entrusted down the ages.
I fear that my identity
Will crumble, if you don't come back to me.
I'm made of many nations, many stages.

See Steinbeck clasp the earth, Hemingway kiss the sea.
Remember Harper Lee.
She
Reminded you why you were never free,
And now she's proven right.
They've finally jettisoned her from your GCSE.

But don't allow it! Tear from your covers!
Come back, my promiscuous hearts, to your lovers!
We strain beneath the burden of our fathers,
And under that decree
In whose inconstant light
The stars shone bright,
Now are extinguished quite.
Take a last stand.
Make your demands.
Slam yourself shut on Michael Gove
And on his dribbling nose.
Let his ordurous borders close.
He gets none of my love.
See! his arse-/asshole kiss the rod
Which pierces fear and wonder,
Pins them down, the thunder
Twisted to a kneaded clod!
Take your chance, my little tragedies:
Never let the hand that writes decrees
Set you at ease.
Take your chance, and wake the vengeful God.