Thank you for hearing me before it's too
late
I must clear my conscience, set the record straight
Since
William romanticized my biography
I have been twisting to narrate the
real story
My dad I never did care for much- truly
His reign I
thought was rather unruly
It was in fact the wine and a very bad
liver
That made him weak and growing sicker
He never even took me
for a stroll in the park
Yes! Something was rotten in the state of
Denmark
It was I who planned the charade of father's ghost
Helping
me portray that he loved me the most
I knew the incident would leave a
mark indelible
Especially with the Danes who are so gullible
A
decision I may call slightly erroneous
Was my intentional killing of
old Polonious
But why was he hiding behind the drapes
The rat knew
shadows took such monstrous shapes
Particularly when I was speaking to
mother
Ready to strike her, beat her, and smother
How could she be
sleeping with filthy Claudius
A man so vulgar, unrefined, physically
hideous
Could it be wild, unrestricted libidinous obsession
Frailty,
no doubt, thy name is woman
But something more that boggled my
mind
Claudius a king! More than kin, and less than kind
That I
thought was not altogether fair
When I surely was the rightful
heir
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, what a situation
Victims of my
acting, my truant disposition
But I was always one for clever
pranks
And I always detested those meek sycophants
I killed Ophelia
in the prime of her life
Her beauty, love, and desire to be my
wife
One final word please let me say
I killed my father and I'm not
gay
~Saurabh
Saklani~
