ode to bad books

bad books come into our lives from time to time
to teach us different morals
like how to reach for the elusive sublime
or why bones can no longer be corals
sometimes the lesson is easy to learn
and it's something like "some books are bad"
sometimes it's a labyrinth with many a turn
and no satisfaction to be had
bad books I know it's a matter of taste
not everyone finds your prose such a waste
bad books I forgive you your weakness as we
would like our own failures forgiven to be