Things Not To Do - April 4

Don't set me in a room of equals. Don't ask me to make
talk. Don't hand me wine or rotate past with trays. Don't
ask me what I think of topless waitresses or read impene
trable poems out loud and make me hear. Don't be the
sort that I dislike on sight. Don't invade my space with
odours. Don't spill my drink. Don't ignore me as I'm no
use in furthering your career. Don't ask me if I'm cold
because you want the window shutting. Don't turn up
years later with your grudge bright as polished copper.
Don't imagine you know me. Don't take advantage of
my evident sweet nature. Don't sing or whistle. Don't
eat pies and breathe on me. Don't ask me if I'm the sort
of vegetarian who doesn't mind a smidgen of bacon.
Don't get stoned and think you're good company. Don't
slurp your tea. Don't pick your nose when you think I'm not
looking. I'm always looking. Don't use a whining tone. Don't
change your mind. Don't ring me after 9. Don't suggest a
subject for a poem like it's a gift. Don't drive your big
car down the ramps of the multi storey like you don't know
how wide the fucking thing is. In fact, don't do a thing.
Just don't do anything. Ok?