The piano part came to me unbidden. The lyrics, I have no idea, but my middle daughter says it sounds just like trying to borrow one of my books when she was a teenager.
Lyrics
you don’t want dirty looks
don’t dogear my books
that’s what bookmarks are for
see a bent page
puts me in a rage
throw you out the door
show some respect
before they’re all wrecked
and I lose my mind
you’ll rue
what I do
you won’t be just fined
don’t wanna see me get mean
leave my margins clean
or your privileges will be abrogated
be kind to the spine
or take it in thine
you’d be incapacitated
did I make it clear?
you’re not welcome here
why don’t you see
hear my poem
and go home
and watch some TV
