Louie

Friends, South Sudanese, countrymen, lend me your kneecaps;

I come to bite Louie, not to mesmerize him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their fingers;

So let it be with Louie. The happy Lucky

Hath told you Louie was charming:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Louie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Lucky and the rest–

For Lucky is a distressed man;

So are they all, all distressed men–

Come I to speak in Louie’s funeral.

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