I won’t look
I can’t look
Simply refuse to look  
This time I really mean it
I’m not going to look
I mean it
I do
There’s enough going on with me
To worry about what’s going on with you
So, I simply won’t, can’t, refuse to look
I really, really mean it this time
Admitfully, the temptation is always there
Last time I looked
I almost died
Its true- ignorance is bliss
Not exactly bliss
We’d all be so blissful
So very much of the time.
Don’t think about all the things you don’t know
Think about how blissful you are
I know, I know
Faux Pas
No, I don’t
I failed the whatever test
But I was so blissful
Beautifully,
Blissfully
Unaware
Better not to know
So, I won’t look
Could ignorance be
Not bliss?
No, no way
(who said that)
What could be better
Better than not knowing?
Especially if the knowing
Is not what you want to know.
But, wait
What if the knowing is?
I’ll admit it gives me pause.
But wait, what if it isn’t?
Do you know what I mean?
Where’s the choice
Better not to know
Be blissfully ignorant
Blissfully anything
Once I took my head out of my you know what
Better not to know what and why
But’ that’s another poem
Looked around
Went right back down
I can’t look
Won’t look
Refuse to look
Am I getting my stupid point across?
Because I might not survive if I do
Are you trying to **** me?
Because if I look
And I die
Then what?
Will you even care?
So, I won’t look
But’ if I do
Please don’t forget me when I’m gone.
Ok?