To Dee or not to Dee,
(that is the
To Dee, or not to Dee – that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler on the mound to Stuffel
The Goslings and Barrows
of outrageous Fortunato,
Or to take Barmes against
a Seager of doubles,
And by opposing, Ender them?
To Dye- to sleep- No more;
and by a Sleep(er Sullivan)
to say we Feierab-end
The Hart-ache and
the thousand Natera jocks
That Tresh is Ayers to,
'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be Wish’d.
To die- to sleep.
To Sleeth: perchance to Bream:
ay, there’s the Grubb;
For in that sleep of Deth(erage)
what dreams may come
When we have (Old ) Shuffle(-Foot)ed off
this mortal Oil (Can Boyd),
Must give us Pahs. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so Long life.
For who Wood bear the Sipps
and Scores of time,
Th' oppressor’s Pronk,
the Stroud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised Love,
the Law's delay,
The insolence of Office and the sBurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When He Himself might his quietus make
With a bare Bodkin?
Who would these Ardells bear,
To bunt and Sweet under a Leary life,
But that the dreads
of something after Death (to Flying Things),
The undiscover’d Country (Breakfast),
from whose Bourn
No traveler returns-
Buzz Wetzels the Wills
And Mays us
rather Bare those Mills we have
Than Fly to others
that we Knowles Knott of?
Thus conscience does make Cowarts
of us Ohl,
And thus the native McHugh of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with
the Impaler cast of thought,
of Grate pith and moment
With this regard their Currence turn Lawry,
And lose the name of Action (Traction).
- Soff you now!
The fair, O-Familia!
- Nymph, in thy Orr-strikezones
Be all my Saenz remember’d.
(Shakespeare's soliloquy from Hamlet to welcome in
the 2016 Major League Baseball season)
(© David Floren 2016, composed in 2016)