The world ain't all stage--It's sad to say; but Billy Shakes
He just could not be any wronger
When he states what's right or wrong
Or what could not be any stranger
But, still, he wasn't fooled by hardened faces painted grey.
It's more like half of life's a stage
with a few upon it dancing
and they sweat and count their crimes
and squeeze out gold from flesh of backs.
It's more like half the world's at audience
billions crammed into one room
and we sit in dumb amusement
just well-fed enough to watch
and growing number with each act.
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