The Woes of a Bookmark

So tired of the drama
I need out of this hovel
It’s like living within
Some cheap romance novel

Surrounded by people
Lying and cheating
Cheap clichés
And, of course, heavy breeding

Ugh

I want a new life
I’d like to fly
An astronaut, a pilot
Or maybe a spy

Alas, I’m doomed
Such a sad result
Buried in Harlequin’s
Tawdry pulp