Sarah's Soliloquy

“To refudiate, or not to refudiate: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to misunderestimate the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
or to take arms against a sea of wee wee, and by opposing end them?
To die: to sleep; you betcha! And by a sleep we say 'no boys upstairs!'
To die, to sleep; To download: perchance to clickthrough: ay, there's the rub;
For in that truthiness what change may come when we have rightsized off this mortal coil,
must give us paws: there's the misrespect that makes ultimate paradigm of so long life;
For who would bear the whips of the progressive's wrong, the proud man's costumely spanks of despoted love,
the law's delay, the insilence of office and the spurs that patients merit in unworthy taxes,
when she herself might his quietus make with a bear bodkin?
She might bare his fardels with grunts, in sweats, under a weary life,
dreadlocks read of something after death, the undercovered country from whose burn no traveler returns, puzzles the will.
To say 'golly gee' about those guns we have and fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make tea party patriots of us all;
And thus our department of redundancy department is sick and lied about in pale cast of liberal monument with this regard their currents turn screwy, and lose the name of action.
Don't retreat!
Reload the fair Sarah!
Wow!
In thy originals be all missed shots remember'd.”