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Wall Street Blues

Westmoreland: O that we have the dope

But one fool perchance can undo all these boodle

By idle talk, mind you sirs!

Harry: How do you then we go

About or conceal from the Board, tell me.

If we are thick as thieves, we act as one

To do our country loss; and if we run

We abscond with lock stock and barrel, not a dime

Left behind. Not a word, to the Press,we have ‘t all.

By Jove, I am not sweating for gold,

Nor care I whose pension funds doth feed me;

Such outward things are for others to worry.

But if it be a sin to covet wealth,

I am the most offending soul alive….


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WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here

But one ten thousand of those men in England

That do no work to-day!

KING. What’s he that wishes so?

My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;

If we are mark’d to die, we are enow

To do our country loss; and if to live,

The fewer men, the greater share of honour.

God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.

By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,

Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;

It yearns me not if men my garments wear;

Such outward things dwell not in my desires.

But if it be a sin to covet honour,

I am the most offending soul alive.

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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!


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SCENE I. The White House. The Rose Garden

FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO


Who’s there?


Nay, answer me: were you on watch yesterday?


Long live the Prez!






You almost got yourself screwed up.


‘Tis now struck twelve; no intruder, Francisco.


For this relief much thanks: ’tis bitter cold,

And I am sick at heart.


Have you had quiet guard?


Not a mouse stirring.


Well, good night.

If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,

The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.


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



Friends to this ground.


And liegemen to the Prez.


Give you good night.


O, farewell, honest soldier:

Who hath relieved you?


Bernardo has my place.

Give you good night.



Holla! Bernardo!



What, is Horatio there?


A piece of him.


Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus.


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


I have seen nothing.


Well, sit we down,

And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.


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


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


In the same figure, like Andrew Jackson.


Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.


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


Most like: I must speak less scholarly then .


It would be spoke to.


Question it, 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!


It is offended.


See, it stalks away!


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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Parody on the Balcony Scene Act 2sc.ii-

But soft what light through yonder window breaks…

Medusa! your hair is all a-tumble, Fie!

Had you wash’d and tied your hair as before

My love would have grown wings at mere mention

Of your name and fallen at feet, a fool

Faint for love,- Oh Medusa strange is your head

(More terror I have never felt till now -)

How strange that your tresses breathe pestilence,

Are they horrid vipers dining on lice?

Tell me but wait! I feel, Oh something strange

Your eyes pierce with their laser points

And it is not honey your serpent tongue drips:

Ay me! With venom ting’d I’m all aflutter

My heart winds down and the throat closes in.

I am not a fool for love Oh Medusa

I am stone dead and am consign’d to hellfire!

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All the world is a cage

And all the men and women merely shut in:

They have their grand stands and low stools

To sit or wax wroth in righteous ire

upon principles they never practise.


One man in his time is many things

So well he notes the moment.

All seven ages he plays with

One string : gimme gimme gimme.

Infants may cry for loose ends

While the man for loose change

All the world is a cage

Where we ourselves do

serve the gaoler: how sad

We never think what is free

Nor stake claim as freeborn?


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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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Aint it dandy if our misspent youth

Writ for no other reason than the crack cocaine,

Has work’d its magic over loathsome days

Into an undeniable bestseller?

Hopped up with coke in our clogged veins

Not even truth may be found in our blood-

But we have sign’d deal for seven digit

This much truth even the coke will admit .

But did truth come anywhere near our lives

Not for all the stuff we mainlined we say!

Truth be said for the world that imagines

What it reads for its crudities as real!

Who is hopped up but the prosaic world

To swallow this drivel coke has penned:

In a manner of speaking coke killed us

And used us to make this whole stuff up 


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