“Words, words,
words.”
— Hamlet (2.2)
List #18: (c) anguish, (d) shroud
I felt such anguish when I saw
That dark and poignant shroud.
I knew the thing was there for me—
I rose into a cloud.
And when I woke, I realized
That I was in a crib.
No! I am starting up again—
Again, I’ll wear a bib!
Again, I’ll eat that Gerber’s stuff—
I’ll wear those diapers, too.
Why can’t I just be dead again—
Much easier to do!
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