The Dead
Don’t know! Don’t think! Don’t wrong! Don’t drink!
Don’t fear! Don’t quake! Don’t doubt! Don’t ache!
Don’t break! Don’t forsake! Don’t! Won’t!
Don’t green! Don’t blue! Don’t mean! Don’t sue!
Don’t you!
Don’t nudge! Don’t budge! Don’t judge! Don’t grudge!
Don’t live! Don’t die! Don’t laugh! Don’t lie! Don’t cry!
Don’t, why? They’re dead!
Don’t do! Don’t don’t! And won’t!
~ by Peter N. Liptak
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