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Shakespeares Final Hour

from The K​-​Mart Tapes volume 7 by Bill White

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spoken introduction and epilogue by harold bloom

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Ive seen 10,000 actors play him
but a million could not contain him
The Universal graces him
Even his author chases him

Ophelia, hurry
Bring the flowers
This is Shakespeares final hour

Into the birth of consioucness we delve
Through him we came to know ourselves
Prince Hamlet now lies on the floor
Horatio comes in through the door

They speak of ghosts
And soldiers bold
While listening to Nat King Cole

Friends and Romans lend me your ears
What has become of old King Lear?
This father, stricken deep with woe,
Has now become a CEO

Alas. our children
Shall never see
A pure, untrammeled tragedy

The light, the light, turn on the light
Tis not the king who walks tonight
Tonights the night the theatre dies
Tonight the ghost of Shakespeare cries

500 years
He reigns supreme
Twas but a dream within a dream

Pretenders desecrate the space
Wash off their sily make up, put masks over their face
Thes are not the children of the gods
They shit on genius and piss on the bard

Bubble bubble
Toil and trouble
The witches watch the theatres crumble

Ophelia hurry
Bring the flowers
This is Shakespeares final hour

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from The K​-​Mart Tapes volume 7, released May 22, 2023

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