Hamlet Stinks

Out of breath,
fat, out of condition,
grunting and sweating under a weary life,
I, Hamlet,
things rank and gross in nature
and the ranker sweat of an unseamed bed; 

and the ears,
the mildewed ears,
the violent ears,
the abused ears of Denmark, 
the ears potently poisoned;

nosing the dead,
life in excrements,
kings as fish in beggars' guts,
stopping a bung-hole;

so why should not I, 
fatted with this slave's offal,
make my quietus
with a bare bodkin?

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