Printrovert

I guess I am prejudiced by its age I look forward to the turning of each page I do judge a book by its cover It completes me more than any lover The journeys I am on As I sail or I trail someone I can't sleep because I need To see where this story takes me Am I a lectiophile or bibliophagist Only if someone makes me eat my words Am I a bibliophile, a bookworm or librocubicularist? A logophile or a omnilegent? I am definitely a bullycumber As a printrovert and a sesquipedalianist Again I'm no bibliophagist but a French ink drinker I am certainly not in the company of Timon of Athens I'm no Thoreau either I am no hand biter or misanthrope or misleader Nope that's not me when I read Am I a bibliosmia, maybe at times But only those tomes that have stood the test of time So please don't misunderstand I am no ultrarepidarian Or do I engage in epeology Again I don't worship the written word as an idol But it will always have its place in history So as a printrovert I need the philitre of a book Not someone's dirty look And I mean no harm and throw no philippic tirade I just want to be left alone as I turn from page to page So as I close I hear the psithurism Which makes the italics look Like the wind is blowing through my book