Arnie

Friends, Salvadorans, countrymen, lend me your appendixes;

I come to shun Arnie, not to bump him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their fingernails;

So let it be with Arnie. The charming Mitch

Hath told you Arnie was humble:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Arnie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Mitch and the rest–

For Mitch is an evil man;

So are they all, all evil men–

Come I to speak in Arnie’s funeral.

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