Sandi

Friends, Lebanese, countrymen, lend me your earlobes;

I come to rebuff Sandi, not to spit at her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hairdos;

So let it be with Sandi. The lively Marissa

Hath told you Sandi was considerate:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Sandi answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Marissa and the rest–

For Marissa is a creepy woman;

So are they all, all creepy women–

Come I to speak in Sandi’s funeral.

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