My skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once ...

Alas, poor life! I lived once, Horatio, a life

of infinite potential, of most excellent affection:

it has borne me to a thousand places and back;

and now, how wasted in my recollection it is! My mind

pukes at it. Here hang these lips that were kissed so oft -

where be my wit now? my puns? my flashes of existence

that were to set the world in an uproar? Not one now

to deprecate my own self? quite use-fallen?

Now get me to my death’s own chamber, and tell her,

let me be buried many inches thick, to this fool’s errand

I have come; and you may all laugh at that …

 

 

PS: My apologies, Bill, but hell - you had it coming!

Reviews

[masqued_muse]

I don't know who this Bill person is, but I bet he gets it.
Beyond entertaining, sir...
introspection at it's finest.

[Sher{alynn} Veron{ica}]

How those that came before effect us so silently

[Joiedevivre]

! Love this.. the Hamlet inside of you, absolutely great!