Beware, my son, the Ides of March
The purple stripe and
Senate floor.
Take heed, young man, of newfound friend
With public love and
Civil war.
Have care, my king, of where you tread
Back to the wall and
Eye on the door.
Watch out, dear prince, for hungry smiles
Enemies couldn’t kill you but
What are friends for?
An evil day indeed.
I have had my share, which hopefully are all in the past.
Fun fact:
The “et” in “et tu, Brute” is actually a shortened version of “etiam,” meaning “even.” So the literal translation is “Even you, Brutus.”
But you wouldn’t know that, cuz you’re all barbarians.
Beer-drinking, trouser-wearing, wrong-gods-worshipping brutes.
amen
Maggie, you never mentioned that you were friends with David Lemieux. …
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DMjw7qPT9qE
get on the bus to Stratford
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nofS5AndVko