With gaping mouths, the people on the street. Just touch me. See? I am corporeal. Too much in the flesh—this pain in my skull. . . SHAKESPEARE I understand! don’t MARLOWE my dear, There’s more, In this world, than our minds can make clear. I have to warn you, boyo, watch your back. They tortured Kyd, you know? On the friggin’ rack. Mauled his fingers. How will he hold a pen? Our Virgin Queen keeps tigers in her den, And throws them poets. Poor Thomas Kyd In agony, wondering what he did. He finally told them what they longed to hear. All those atheistic papers up his rear Where he hid them--I wrote every word. lying about him kiestering them. A turd I’m Is what they should have found up there, inside, Had they looked. I bet they wanted to abide In ass. I know I did, Kyd’s tight I always wanted just a piece of Kyd. He was brave and noble, a better friend Than I deserved, dear Will. have to rend I’ll Up what I owe to him, somehow, someday. SHAKESPEARE a talking nightmare. Go away! You’re MARLOWE I look that bad? try to drop the rhyming couplets. Does that help? I I’ll spent so much of my recent life with them, to stop. Hero and it’s hard Leander, my epic poem. Unfinished. about love, Will. A new It’s discovery for me. Because of Tom. Thomas Walsingham. I must get back to him. Fuck politics, Will. Nothing ever changes. A cold bed is the world, without love. SHAKESPEARE
With gaping mouths, the people on the street. Just touch me. See? I am corporeal. Too much in the flesh—this pain in my skull. . . SHAKESPEARE I don’t understand! MARLOWE There’s more, my dear, In this world, than our minds can make clear. I have to warn you, boyo, watch your back. They tortured Kyd, you know? On the friggin’ rack. Mauled his fingers. How will he hold a pen? Our Virgin Queen keeps tigers in her den, And throws them poets. Poor Thomas Kyd In agony, wondering what he did. He finally told them what they longed to hear. All those atheistic papers up his rear Where he hid them--I wrote every word. I’m lying about him kiestering them. A turd Is what they should have found up there, inside, Had they looked. I bet they wanted to abide In Kyd’s tight ass. I know I did, I always wanted just a piece of Kyd. He was brave and noble, a better friend Than I deserved, dear Will. I’ll have to rend Up what I owe to him, somehow, someday. SHAKESPEARE You’re a talking nightmare. Go away! MARLOWE I look that bad? I’ll try to drop the rhyming couplets. Does that help? I spent so much of my recent life with them, it’s hard to stop. Hero and Leander, my epic poem. Unfinished. It’s about love, Will. A new discovery for me. Because of Tom. Thomas Walsingham. I must get back to him. Fuck politics, Will. Nothing ever changes. A cold bed is the world, without love. SHAKESPEARE
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