Louie

Friends, Cambodians, countrymen, lend me your livers;

I come to consider Louie, not to double-cross him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their ears;

So let it be with Louie. The sarcastic Charlene

Hath told you Louie was menacing:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Louie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Charlene and the rest–

For Charlene is a statuesque woman;

So are they all, all statuesque women–

Come I to speak in Louie’s funeral.

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