Tuesday, March 20, 2018
More Quirks Than a Convent
-I thought the docs went overboard
with this little Altzy episode of yours.
Who doesn’t forget?
-Maybe a little more than that this time.
-What did brain scan show?
-Nothing.
-You have none?
-I wonder. At one murky stage
therein, I heard the words of
Horatio after Hamlet bought
the farm. “O what a great mind
is here o’erthrown!”
-Well, not a bad one in both cases.
-Rewrite Shakespeare, then, in
twenty-first century pussy American!
-Suitable for Hamlet as he prances
in black tights, endlessly soliloquizing
about making up his alleged mind.
I mean, like, choosing between
vanilla and chocolate paralyzed
that retarded dude!
-Nothing profound there?
-Shit no! More in my family.
My Aunt Rosa-Lil dances
drunk just to show her
fluorescent panties.
-And that’s profound?
-Hey! Entertaining! Man does
not live on grim shit alone.
-Would you have Ophelia
dance thusly?
-Hell yeah!
(sings) O-PHELIA I’d like
to feel yuh!
-Please don't sing! Strains your
wit beyond decency.
-Color me quirky.
-You represent the tribe!
-Where’s OUR Shakespeare?
-Talent’s the only lack.
Labels: Alzheimer, friends, Hamlet.Horatio, Shakespeare, talent
