All the World’s a Stage, So Please Exeunt


Go on, leave, I said to get the hell out
And no itsy-bitsy spider up the spout–
I never want to see your face again
Or stare at your taut, demented grin;
Go on, leave, I said get the hell out!

Go on, leave, get the hell off my land!
What part of that phrase do you not understand?
Take your bad advice and your matted hair,
Your pubertal voice and go anywhere;
Just go on, leave, get the hell off my land!

Go on, leave, don’t linger at the border
(Remember, I have a restraining order)
So feast on calories from your M&M pack,
Then run away and never come back.
Go on, leave, don’t linger at the border;
Get out, go on, leave, get away, that’s an order!

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