Don't, Don't.
Why not Do, Do -
WALK ON THE GRASS - go on!
Walk on the grass ...
Might not this inhibit us
from murdering our mothers?
Out of the vast sack of doables
only one is selected -
grass-walking.
It's a kind of austerity, like rationing.
MURDER YOUR MOTHER stays in the sack.
Not on offer.
DO NOT WALK ON THE GRASS, now -
What a world of options
is left open by this tiny bit of fencing-in,
one barren islet
in the teeming main
of things not don'ted!
What is WALK ON THE GRASS
on the other hand
but a straitjacket, blinkers,
a way of keeping you busy,
and the grass down.
They'd have you walk-walking till Doomsday
and never a minute to be following
your more esoteric urges.
No,
if it's a free hand you're after,
DO NOT WALK ON THE GRASS is your man.
The message is -
'Murder your mother or
butcher your brother,
if you prefer,
so long as you don't do it on this grass.'
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