What I Value – The Poem

Worthless facts I detest alot,
Abitrary numbers I see no sense cramming,
Theoretical trash, that is better off thrashed,
But, give me a Kafka, Nietzsche or a Nabokov,
Appended with logic, brains and a beautiful bow,
I promise to devour it like a pirate
Hunting for an invaluable treasure-trove.