Kay: Haste me to know �, that I, with wings as swift As meditation or the thought of love, May sweep to revenge.
Ghost: I find thee aspt, And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That roots itself in ease on the message board Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Kay, hear: The serpent still resides here that did sting thy life And now wears a crown in Winston-Salem. Married to the inside, Ay that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his with, with traitorous gifts� O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So to seduce to numb and Koolaid fed masses, Begging to hold on till pension time befits, but Alas, the I P gives way to the traitor�s pledge and Found, he is, begging for cover, finding none, Other than under his antiquated threats, Censor T O S skills, and sweating profusely, Knowing Kay Knows, who the traitor is, And where he resides�
Kay: What bounty and manner of revenge Is there, Ghost of mergers past?
Ghost: None, the traitor will drop on his Own sword, not by will or consent, but By accident, a plague of thinking he is but Smarter than the rest, when in fact, An Ass of proportions never likened in past Nor present has been found.
Kay: T O S �ed again, alas, I rescind to the quash, Of growling maggots, but leave with a Reminder from fond and fair Kay, To run and hide, s� poor one and Be sure to C Y A ;)