The book

I have a client, he wrote a book. 

Gave me a copy to have a look  .

I liked this fellow, it must be said

But my attitude was tarnished, by the scene I read..

I know it's just fiction, a work of art 

Where does it come from?

I think the heart. 

The author is on full display 

Like it or not

It's them on the page.

Books

I take care

They have their agenda, enticing us where?

The heart it calls

To you and me

It is desperately wicked 

Can you see?