Walt

Friends, Bahrainis, countrymen, lend me your appendixes;

I come to talk to Walt, not to get to know him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their legs;

So let it be with Walt. The self-assured Madeline

Hath told you Walt was comely:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Walt answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Madeline and the rest–

For Madeline is a disgusting woman;

So are they all, all disgusting women–

Come I to speak in Walt’s funeral.

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