Modesty & CunningDavid Laskowski
In the decorous armor of Priam’s slaughter, Hamlet parades like a horse, rugged Pyrrhus as black as his purpose. And since he dreads his own complexion, he walks with a proto- tomanious gait (clop clop, clop clop). A hum- mingbird’s like a dysplasia and thus roasted in its wrath and fire. A tumor like a nectar’s berry as sweet. And at the same time everyday, playing as a churchwarden. As a gideon’s mouth of glycerin and in it, its piccolo sugar. Or playing whore for a hoary throat. Hamlet desires to please everyone. And it’s getting to be really obnoxious.
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