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Hamlet,

I saw you at the go-go

Dancing crazy

Those….

Fire-craze feet

And poisonous hips

And yeah, I saw those

“rich boy's got the blues” eyes

And that hateful spit in your teeth

I was the one watching you

From the back bar

Big boots and quiet eyes

You talked to your father

Like he could still hear

With that death in his ears

Wrecking life with your own hands

Writing out your revenge

And new dance moves

I'll sip my pretty-girl drink

And think to myself

"no one out-crazy’s Ophelia"



So, Hamlet,

Watch your back.