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Poetry : Dewey
I admit, I’m a reader – and for a while, I was trying to be a slam poet as well. Strange things happen when you combine those loves. Here was my first attempt at it.
Originally posted August 13, 2007.
I’m stuck on this guy named Dewey
It’s been a rocky storybook romance
You see
On the surface
He is every
Debate-literature-poetry
Geek girl’s wet dream
And when he drags me back
Into the dark, dusty stacks
I just get… excited
He’s the kind of guy
Who has lifetimes of knowledge
And, if you can unlock the code,
He knows how to “use” it
If you catch my drift
I’m stuck on this guy named Dewey
But issues have been brewing
I don’t understand, for example
Why Philosophy and Psychology
Come together, 100 on his list
While religion it’s own category
Poetry is split
Then buried
All the way in 800’s.
Don’t get me wrong
Organizing that much
Is one big freakin’ sexy challenge
But
To be stuck on this guy named Dewey
I had to go through
Over one hundred, thousand, million numbers
Fight thousands of grey-haired fans
And decode a seemingly senseless language
Which took finding the stacks labeled 400.
Social science is practically
Opposite of history in his mind
And he usually forgets our anniversary
But for all of this
I’m stuck on this guy named Dewey
And Library of Congress be damned!
I’m a Dewey Decimal Devotee
He’s not without his flaws
But I’m a slave
To the printed word
And he helps me navigate
Those dark, inky seas
So yes,
I’m stuck on the Dewey Decimal System
And you’ll find the epic of my devotion
Somewhere in the decimal points
Of his numerical potion.