Buster

Friends, Azerbaijanis, countrymen, lend me your feet;

I come to spank Buster, not to dream about him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their esophaguses;

So let it be with Buster. The menacing Miguel

Hath told you Buster was gentle:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Buster answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Miguel and the rest–

For Miguel is a naïve man;

So are they all, all naïve men–

Come I to speak in Buster’s funeral.

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