for sooth

i doth

fear the

loss of

dead dialects'

meaning upon

mine ears.


Sorry Will,
but You got lost in translation,
to the vexation of english students
world round
who bend over backwards,
sifting through
the lines of tiny text,
checking and crosschecking vocabulary
to finish their homework.

I imagine, that it's hard to rest
when your ears burn with the curses
of teenagers struggling to translate your works.

Dude.
Suck.
FaSho.
Late Shakes.