Friday, August 24, 2012

Homebaked Shakespeare

I was going to write a sonnet about Lance Armstrong. But lo! Shakespeare already wrote one.

Sonnet 121

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be receives reproach of being,
And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd
Not by our feeling but by others' seeing:
For why should others false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my sportive blood?
Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own:
I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel;
By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown;
Unless this general evil they maintain,
All men are bad, and in their badness reign


I'd rather have actually done something wrong than have everyone (wrongly!) think that I did. Because in the latter case, I could have actually had the pleasure of enjoying those sinful things! There are a lot of assholes who enjoy taking me down.

I didn't do anything wrong. The people who accuse me are just exposing themselves as huge assholes. And that's exactly how they roll.

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