The human we’ve come to adore:
A poor player who’s almost done for;
He struts and he frets
In the hour he gets
On earth’s stage, then is heard no more.
To Be or Not To Be
—Will we be? Is survival our lot?
Is staying onstage our play’s plot?
—It will get way too hot
And we cannot do squat,
So it’s looking to be we will not.