Libby

Friends, Singaporeans, countrymen, lend me your stomachs;

I come to ostracize Libby, not to aggravate her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their adrenal glands;

So let it be with Libby. The stylish Cliff

Hath told you Libby was disgusting:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Libby answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Cliff and the rest–

For Cliff is a stinky man;

So are they all, all stinky men–

Come I to speak in Libby’s funeral.

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