Hail the spawns
watch them revel in ignominy
a word in their ears, brethren's
let them know
“there's is to be but walking shadows,
poor players in witless hock,
They struts and frets their ****** hours
upon their fantasy stage,
And then they are heard no more.
theirs is a tale
Told by an idiots, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing
but resounding contempt