8.23.2019

The Responsible Hate Anthem of J. Abernathy Thaxton (Part 7)

I’m no Prince Hamlet, though by your smile you seem to say so;
Rosencrantz or Gildenstern, whichever name will do
I moult a feather, in canopy or firmament,
Distract the prince; no reason nor faculty,
Sterile, designed specifically for abuse,
Fretful, vapid, and pestilential;
Paragon of vapor, dusty with disuse;
All times, indeed, spitting ridicule—
No angel, no god, just the Fool.

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