Please Don't

Early on we learn as children the power of a negative, so much so that we forget how much more beneficial might have been the power of a positive. As for why rhymes like this go off in my head, I may never know; but if I ignore them, we would have less to discuss. :-)

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Please Don't

Please don’t read this little poem,

There’s nothing here that’s good.

And if there were, as at home,

You’d think my words are wood.

Wood’s to burn, or prop a wall,

Or pick debris from teeth;

But if you listen at all,

You’d find here truth beneath.

It seems you still spurn what’s true,

Reject that good is grand;

Why fuss about a loose screw?

You’ll only hurt your hand.

Look now at those fingers five,

Used to exploit the world.

Like angry bees in the hive,

Hot stingers now unfurled.

And then these, your fingers stained,

From twisty paths of heart:

Self-indulgent, do attain

Perfectly selfish art?

Listen not, nor go on to read,

Lest truth might set you free.

If you did, you’d clear your head,

Forgiving even me.

You might start to live anew,

For others who are dear,

Please don’t use this fat to chew,

And healed, be freed from fear.