[i]Do not go gentle into that dude tight[/i]

Do not go gentle into that dude tight,
Old age should burn and rave at close of gay;
Push, push against the tying of the sprite.

Though wise men at their end know slow is right,
Because their woods had porked no tightening they
Do not go gentle into that dude tight.

Good men, the last cave by, crying how tight,
Their frail deeds might have danced in a clean lay,
Push, push against the tying of the sprite.

Wild men who sought and sprang the come in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that dude tight,

Brave men, no breath, who thrust with blinding sight
Hind thighs could blaze like meteors and be splay,
Push, push against the tying of the sprite.

And you, my father, there on the bad height,
Curse, bless, me now with these fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that dude tight.
Push, push against the tying of the sprite.

—Charles Michael Averin
(A Parody of "Do not go gentle into that good night" by Dylan Thomas)