Yesterday evening, no laughing matter
But yet, like everything, experience
And further hot fuel poured upon the fire
It doesn't matter who crookedly wins
It's who wins fair and square, cronyisms
Defeated like the last scene of Hamlet
Which I've just seen, Larry as the sweet prince
Too slow to act, no rewards to collect
Except his story told - Horatio, get
Your best quill ready. Yet, Will the father
Will already with sharpest word outfence
The skull's sculptor, gravediggers' employment
And commune with his own dead son, each tear
Turned into boldest ink, loss to romance
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