ALL THIS UPLIFT IS
MAKING ME TRAGIC
Playing Hamlet in some small-school
play, boy that's enough to bring on
the blues. Every other word is wrong
and everyone is overdoing. The folks
who think they're British aren't, and
the ones who at royalty, neither are
they. There's only a ghost of a
chance for this stolen play.
They all clap, nonetheless. It's a way
of valdifying for themselves that
twenty-five dollars they shelled out
for the ticket. Can't sit silent when
you're paying for the chair.