Approaches the librarian with a frown.
He says, "I'm looking for books about paranoia."
The librarian whispers, "They're right behind you!"
But wait, there's more!
This isn't just a joke, it's true!
The librarian's words, they echo and ring,
A chilling truth, a paranoia's sting.
For in the stacks, a shadowy form,
A whisper of fear, a coming storm.
The man turns, his eyes wide with fright,
A truth he couldn't escape, day or night.
So heed this warning, a lesson so stark,
Beware of books, and the darkness they spark.
For paranoia's grip, it's a fear we all know,
A whisper of doubt, that's sure to grow.