Wild Civility!

I have all the world's greatest books,
That my browses let me find,
Packed into forgotten nooks
To mimic my neglected mind...
Cautioning that I may not live
Long enough to read them all,
Even if...collaborative
With elements and fate withal.
But now my browses are refined
Like crude oil into gas
Or ladies I have wined and dined
Off microwavable glass,
Since refinement seems to be the goal
Of every worthy living soul.