A borrower of the night for a dark hour or twain

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An unspeakably early dentist's appointment this morning and I've spent the rest of the day reading and cross-referencing articles that interest me much less than does Catullus. On the bright side, my poem "Radio Banquo" has been accepted by Strange Horizons. If I'm going to continue this trend of writing poems based on Shakespeare I've seen (or taken part in: this one was triggered by the Macbeth reading Eric organized in December), I'm behind on Twelfth Night and Othello, but it's a good sign for Timon of Athens in May.

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Sing with me now!

[ORIN]
When I was younger, just a bad little kid,
My mama noticed funny things I did,
Like shootin' puppies with a B B gun
I'd poison guppies, and when I was done
I'd find a pussycat and bash in its head
That's when my mama said

[CRYSTAL, RONETTE, CHIFFON]
What did she say?

[ORIN]
She said, "My boy, I think someday
You'll find a way
To make your natural tendencies pay
You'll be a dentist
You have a talent for causin' things pain
Son, be a dentist
People will pay you to be inhumane
Your temperament's wrong for the priesthood
And teaching would suit you still less
Son, be a dentist
You'll be a success"