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Perfidious Albion

 

No deal, oh not much time! Either way Brexit

Whether we settle in the end  a back stop

Or hard,- where the border takes us, I wonder-

A border is a border for disaster

I shall dump Irish question straightway-

EU can have Dublin solve this one

So my promise I keep to do or die:

Brexit is over with! -’tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished! To speak one thing,

And do another is Prime Ministerial

So easy with no conscience prick

I do but dying is for another.

Benny

 

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(on receiving the Torture Report)

O, That this too too sordid mind would melt

With it what lapses it had allowed to creep-

Oh that the Senators had not pressed

The Torture Report be made public!Oh God! Oh God!

How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,

Seem to me all the uses of this Hill!

Fie on’t! ah fie! ’tis an untended pig-sty,

That grows maggots; men rank and gross in nature

Possess it merely. That it should come to this!

benny

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‘Bama

ACT I

SCENE I. The White House. The Rose Garden

FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO

BERNARDO

Who’s there?

FRANCISCO

Nay, answer me: were you on watch yesterday?

BERNARDO

Long live the Prez!

FRANCISCO

Bernardo?

BERNARDO

He.

FRANCISCO

You almost got yourself screwed up.

BERNARDO

‘Tis now struck twelve; no intruder, Francisco.

FRANCISCO

For this relief much thanks: ’tis bitter cold,

And I am sick at heart.

BERNARDO

Have you had quiet guard?

FRANCISCO

Not a mouse stirring.

BERNARDO

Well, good night.

If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,

The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.

FRANCISCO

I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who’s there?

Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS

HORATIO

Friends to this ground.

MARCELLUS

And liegemen to the Prez.

FRANCISCO

Give you good night.

MARCELLUS

O, farewell, honest soldier:

Who hath relieved you?

FRANCISCO

Bernardo has my place.

Give you good night.

Exit

MARCELLUS

Holla! Bernardo!

BERNARDO

Say,

What, is Horatio there?

HORATIO

A piece of him.

BERNARDO

Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus.

MARCELLUS

What, has this thing appear’d again to-night?

BERNARDO

I have seen nothing.

HORATIO

Well, sit we down,

And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.

BERNARDO

Last night of all,

He scal’d the north fence of the House, Yes he

Did not cease though I did ask his steps freeze

And raise hands in abject surrender wait

For frisk and search,-

Enter Ghost

MARCELLUS

Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!

BERNARDO

In the same figure, like Andrew Jackson.

MARCELLUS

Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.

BERNARDO

Looks it not like A J? mark it, Horatio.

HORATIO

Most like: I must speak less scholarly then .

BERNARDO

It would be spoke to.

MARCELLUS

Question it, Horatio.

HORATIO

What art thou that usurp’st this time of night,

Together with that fair and warlike form

By which the native Indians were struck dumb

And that threw the Bankers on the east

in apoplectic rage, speak!

MARCELLUS

It is offended.

BERNARDO

See, it stalks away!

HORATIO

Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!

Exit Ghost and Renters

Here is a tip worth two cents,

Fellow Americans and leige men

to your Chief, name of the intruder

Is Omar Gonzalez.

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To work or not to work that’s a big one:

What if work were to dull this blade of steel

Fit for nothing else than for slagheap?

Oh work is a big question of life and death;

If by avoiding do we escape the slur Oh no!

To live on others is to damn us-

Better a cart horse than sow in her swill,

Before our maker

and our fellowmen we stand

Broken but with souls as bright as ever!

To sleep after hard labor

A blessing indeed:

Work so we may leave death to do his own

benny, (not Jack Benny)

 

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"Alas Poor Yorick...'

“Alas Poor Yorick…’


Act V 1;203
Ham. Let me see.(Takes the skull) Alas,Poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest,of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it…Where be your jibes now? your gambols, your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady’s chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that..’

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Quite Chap Fallen, fellow?

There must be, it is plain for all to see

The world has come to nought

Nought, nought it can’t be otherwise

Even the clock tells his own sad tale

That it is so.

How quite chapfallen? my queer fellow

Clicking gums will not do

Where be your teeth, minutes, hours?

The whole works scorn at this, Never noticed this?

The whole universe has slipped

Down its sorry trail of slime.

We sit here inurned and weep for the evil

And time has stood still for you and us.

And the world has come to nought

Nought, nought it can’t be otherwise

Even the clock tells his own sad tale

That it is so.

Chorus:

Nothing is the matter,- we retch, we weep-

Time has stood still for the deluge of tears

In this distracted globe, It is not we,-

locked and set out of reach

glass, steel and ropes lest we

reconstruct nameless hours to our hurt.

It is not we but the world has defaced

Your meaning- and we sit bound by you

We retch and weep for the evil.

benny

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