What acceptable audit will you leave from all your labors and confrontations, from all the sound and fury in those moribund board rooms? The clocks are sluggish with boredom, the carpets are worn and declining. What successors will profit from you past all the centuries and the arteries evaporating in the light of day, diminishing and belittled with time; and all our productive bodies lie buried, slacking in their tombs? You are the renter in every office and own not a penny but the doing.
Prompt: write a Shakespeare remix poem, using one of his sonnet lines, a sonnet word scramble or rewrite one of his ideas. Originating poem: Sonnet IV: http://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/sonnet/4 plus "10 Shakespeare Quotes Every Entrepreneur Should Read"