A Case for Bags

Let me pass into that Utopia, nay,
that police state we call a library
with bag in hand and pride intact
Let me swear upon the Holy Bible
that safe will be their sacred tomes
though they dwell in my unworthy presense;
then will they let me pass unhindered
through that poor man's pearly gate,
purposeless as the navel it rushes to meet?
And if they heathens be, let my solemn
promise be heard by the heats as from
mine 'twas sent
Let trust take root in place of doubt
lest we begin to doubt ourselves.
Let the 'No Bags' restriction be cast
into darkness that we may rise there from
that which we lose in books shall we
gain in dignity one hundred-fold.