Egg-Shells (Good-Bye) Poem by Thomas Case

Don't feel
don't think
don't talk
don't drink
don't smoke
don't move
don't live
don't die
don't try,
you'll fail.
Don't breathe
don't cough, don't sneeze.
Don't wake up early, or
arrive too late-don't love,
don't hate.
Don't express emotions that
seem insane.
I made my safe little
world, and I like it this time.
And you're frayed on
the edges, and too prone to fly.
So come closer my
bird, and get in the cage.
I'll clip your wings with my
apathy and rage.
Don't sing
don't shout
don't try and get out.
It's nice and warm in here
and smells like a slave,
and the grave will come
soon, so try and be brave.
And when you're gone and
rotting, and sunk in the
ground, I'll find a new
little bird that won't
make a sound.
Don't walk, don't run
don't swim towards the sun.
Embrace the darkness, you'll
have lots of fun.
I have my gun, it's loaded
and cocked;
make a wrong move, and
you're bound to get rocked.
Don't be sick, don't
get well.
Don't smell heaven, or skip
towards hell.
Don't look at the moon,
or touch the stars.
Don't play in the fields
or go near the bars.
It's not safe there
so just be afraid.
I like to play tricks
you'll be my knave,
my jack of hearts
my ace of spades;
and we'll pillage and plunder
and live off the land;
and you'll lie here quietly
in my rotten fucking hand.
Don't piss, don't shit
don't vomit or spit.
Don't quit, don't try
just sit there and sigh
and be here and die
and lie naked in my

mansion of filth
my consuming wealth
my towering health,
cuz I'm full of stealth and stature
and beauty and grace,
and I'll smear it all over
your fucking little face.