Lament of the AP English Student
To be, or not to be, that is the question (too true)
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer (like me)
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune (I do
And there is Shakespeare speaking metaphorically,
Now I go on) Or take arms against a sea (that is
A mixed metaphor) of troubles (I relate)
And by opposing end them (oh, to end this!)
To die, to sleep (I choose the latter-sleep is great
It knits the ravelled sleeve of care-no, wrong play there)
To sleep, perchance to dream, Aye, there's the rub, for in
That sleep of death, what dreams may come? (a bad nightmare)
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil (snakeskin
(ick) imagery) Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life (Why can't
it die?-Personification used to great effect.)
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time (this rant
Is so much like my mind; Hamlet and I are clones)
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs
Of despised love, the law's delay (such trials! The groans
Such tortures cause, the pain, the stress, the teacher's fangs
Bared in a grimace as he now says STOP, You're out
Of time, hand in your papers, you are done. Rejoice!
Now go and smile and laugh and dance and sing and shout
For you desired to do this test, 'twas your free choice.)
To be, or not to be, that is the question (too true)
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer (like me)
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune (I do
And there is Shakespeare speaking metaphorically,
Now I go on) Or take arms against a sea (that is
A mixed metaphor) of troubles (I relate)
And by opposing end them (oh, to end this!)
To die, to sleep (I choose the latter-sleep is great
It knits the ravelled sleeve of care-no, wrong play there)
To sleep, perchance to dream, Aye, there's the rub, for in
That sleep of death, what dreams may come? (a bad nightmare)
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil (snakeskin
(ick) imagery) Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life (Why can't
it die?-Personification used to great effect.)
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time (this rant
Is so much like my mind; Hamlet and I are clones)
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs
Of despised love, the law's delay (such trials! The groans
Such tortures cause, the pain, the stress, the teacher's fangs
Bared in a grimace as he now says STOP, You're out
Of time, hand in your papers, you are done. Rejoice!
Now go and smile and laugh and dance and sing and shout
For you desired to do this test, 'twas your free choice.)