Hamlet as Told on the Street
of Shel Silverstein
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Now Francisco and Bernardo, they was guardinâ the castle,Leaninâ on their spears, not lookinâ for no hassle, Havinâ themselves a brew or two, When out in the night they hear woo-wooo-wooo.And here comes this ghost, lookinâ ragged and rank, In a rusty suit of armor, goinâ clank, clank, clank. They say, "Hey, Mr. Ghost, are you our dear departed king?" But the ghost donât say one motherfuckinâ thing. He goes, "Wooo-wooo-wooo." They say, "Hey, we better split, And go tell Hamlet about this shit."So they run find Hamlet, they say, "Hey, sweet Prince, Your daddyâs ghost been seen runninâ hither and hince. Heâs all full of maggots and heâs grizzly and grim, Somethinâs rotten in Denmark and -- whew -- we think itâs him." Hamlet say, "Oh, are you sure itâs my pop? Did he have matty gray hair with a bald spot on top? Did he have bright blue eyes that never know fearAnd a tattoo says GERTRUDE FOREVER right here?"They say, "Hey, the thing just flittered by our station, We didnât give him no phyical examination. And we donât know for sure if your daddy was the one, But we do know a motherfuckinâ ghost when we see one." Hamlet say, "Show me where you spied this spectral klunkSo I see if itâs my pop, or if you was both drunk." So they bring olâ Hamlet to the spot, and thenThey wait five minutes and wooooo ---Here he comes again. He got gray skin, black teeth and hollow eyes, Beckoninâ like this -- young Hamlet cries, "Hold, spirit of darness, are you a ghostly apparition?" "No," says the ghost, "I look like this from malnutrition. Of course Iâm a ghost, but sone, donât be scared, And Iâll tell you some shit thatâll fry your hair."He says, "You got two relatives, I wonât say which, But oneâs a bloody murderer and oneâs a faithless bitch. Why, I was takinâ a nap in the garden right here, When my ambitious brother pours some poison in my ear. And before my bodyâs even cold heâs wearinâ my pajamas, Layinâ up in my bed with my crown on his head, Doinâ somethinâ sinful to your momma. And the terrible thoughts of what theyâre doinâ up thereIs more than a poor old ghost can bear. So you gotta revenge me on this harlot and this knaveOr else Iâll never rest in my motherfuckinâ grave."Well, this information just flips Hamlet out. He starts walkinâ like this, with spit hanginâ out his mouth. His eyes are all bleary and his tongue looks worse, And heâs talkinâ in couplets and blank fuckinâ verse. I mean the dude is indecisive, He donât know how heâd like his eggs, And heâs got no opinion on tits, ass or legs. He canât decide which horse to play at the track, And when they ask him what suit you wanna wear today? He say, "AhâŠumâŠgimme the black." He calls his uncle a murderer, Calls his momma a whore, And he canât get it up for Ophelia no more. Oh, and Ophelia? Sheâs tryinâ her bestTo make him feel better, Wants to polish his crown jewels, But he wonât let her. "Stead of sayinâ yea, the fool says nay, And the whole courtâs figurinâ he must be gay.Well, then in come Hamletâs oldest friends, Rosenstern and Guildencrantz, They say, "Hey there, Ham, you gloomy Gus, Get up â get down â and party with us. We brought you some actores, Some tunes and some lyricsTo put on a play to boost up your spirits." Hamlet says, "Hey â songs and skits, That gives me an idea that could stir up some shit. Weâll put on a play â"N" that could be just the thingTo catch the conscience of the king, If there is a conscience in the motherfuckinâ king."So Hamlet calls all the actors, he say, "âFore this drama starts, Iâm gonna tell you suckers how to play your parts. You gotta speak the speech like I pronounced it âDonât rush it, donât milk it, donât drag it, donât bounce it. I mean, do it trippingly on the tongue, Or else Iâll see your thespian asses strung up and hung. And donât saw the air with your hands flappinâ wild, "Nâ donât go mouthinâ my words in some method style."Then the lead actor says, "Hey â are we alive?Or just some talking meat thatâs gotta listen to this jive?I have read this thing you call a scriptAnd it ainât too bad, itâs got a few little dips. But with some new dialogue and a few minor edits âHey, do you mind sharing writer credits? But this part about the king? -- poisoning his brother? I play this wile the real kingâs watchinâ? Sittinâ with your mother? You must be out of your cotton-pickinâ mind. Heâll cut out my tongue, heâll gouge out my eyes, Heâll boil me in oil and send me to hell." Hamlet says, "How about double scale?" â The actor says, "WellâŠ"I want my name above the title, three percent of the gross, I want that tall brunette as my dialogue coach. I want approval of director and a juicy per diem, And if thereâs changes in the script, I got to see âem. I want a dresser, and undresser and a hairdresser, too, And I gotta-gotta-gotta have the biggest dressing room. I want an escape clause that lets me out in a month, And the first thing I insist is that you fire that cunt. I want transportation to and from every show, I want complimentary tickets for everybody I know. I want my brother and my cousin hired to play in the band, And donât go tryinâ to sneak in any extra matinees. And next time you wanna speak to me, Check with the director first. Now will you please go away and let us rehearse?" So Hamlet slinks off, lookinâ for a backer, Mutterinâ how heâll never ever talk to another fuckinâ actor. And him and Horatio, they walk down a ways, Till they see some clown digginâ a mouldy grave. Hamlet picks up a skull, he says, "Who was this sucker?" They say, "Yorick." He says, "Yorick? I knew the motherfucker. He used to be court jester. Hey, Yorick, show us howYou used to make them funny faces â Why ainât you laughinâ now? Iâve kissed these lips, I know not how oft." And Horatio quips, "Hey, letâs not announce how oft you kissed them lips. I mean people already talkinâ âbout the way you walk, And the fact that you ainât givinâ Ophelia no nook."Oh, and speakinâ of Ophelia â Polonius, her daddy, Says, "Hey, that prince is drivinâ my little girl batty. Got her runninâ all night and sleepinâ till noon, God knows what else he got her doinâ. But heâs our royal prince, lord of earth, sky and water, But heâs also a horny little pimply-faced shitheadTrying to hump my daughter." So Polonius calls Ophelia and says, "Listen, darlinâ daughter, I hope you and Ham ainât doinâ things you shouldnât oughter, âCause you let âem touch an ankle and they wanna grab a knee, And they never buy nothinâ that you let âem have for free."Ophelia says, "Hey, Pop, I know the score, You think I wanna wind up another palace whore? I got the dud sendinâ me letters and babblinâ âbout the moon, I really do think his bells are out of tune." "Well, donât you go dinginâ his bells," says Polonius, "ââCause if he throws you in the grass, Iâll get your big brother Laertes to kick his royal ass."Now Laertes overhears his name beinâ bandied about, He says, "Hey, Pop, you signinâ my ass up for somethinâMy head donât know about?" Plonius says, "Son, itâs Hamlet, that loony tune, Been fed all his life with a silver spoon. Heâs in my face and on my neck, I mean the dude ainât playinâ with a full damn deck. Heâs bumblinâ around twirlinâ his crown, And callinâ me a fishmonger all over town. And heâs charmed your baby sister with his rhymes and his riddles. Hey, you think sheâs puttinâ on a little weight around the middle?" Laertes says, "Hey, Pop, she ainât no baby, She got a set of jugs thaâd drive any prince crazy. Now thatâs just a natural fact and not lust or incest, And if she shakes âem right, she could be a princess." "Thatâs right," says Ophelia. "Thatâs my scheme, And the way kings been dyinâ âround here, I could wind up queen." "Enough," says Polonius. "That Pince has ruined my day. Now we gotta see his fuckinâ play within a play. Hell, the placeâll be drafty, the seats wonât be comâfaâble, I wouldnât go at all but these tickets ainât refundable. Probâly full of symbolism, I wonât understand it, Shit, I hope it rains and all the critics pan it."So they go to the play and everybodyâs there. They got diamonds on their doublets, They got ribbons in their hair. Lords, ladies, dogs, babies, all in attendance, The marquee says MURDER, DECEIT AND VENGEANCE. ONE OF YEARâS TEN BEST. DO NOT MISS IT.So everybody figures itâs another piece of shit. And theyâre bitchinâ âbout their seats, buckinâ the line, Scalpinâ tickets and sippinâ wine, Rattlinâ their programs, twistinâ in their chairs, Tryinâ to catch if any celebrities are there. Then the play begins â and ooh, looky here âIt shows the king puttinâ poison in his brotherâs ear. And King Claudius is watchinâ, and -- ooh -- is he pissed. He says, "I know whoâs responsible for this." He calls, "Hey Gertie, come here, hon. What the hellâs the matter with your jive-ass son? I give the kid room, board ânâ remedial education, And he calls me a murderer, and other wild accusations. Hell, Iâd sue him for libel for implyinâ that shit. But the libel laws ainât been invented yet. Just âcause Iâm banginâ you, heâs givinâ me hell, I think he wants to hump you his own damn self."Queen Gertrude says, "I think heâs goinâ throughAn Oedipal rejection, seeinâ his uncleReplace his father in his mommaâs affection." "Oedipal?" says the king. "The punk is givinâ me some shit.Iâll send him where I sent his pop if he donât quit.So you tell him itâs better to leave some things unsaid,Or heâll be puttinâ on his crown without his motherfuckinâ head." So the queen runs to Hamlet, she says, "Oh listen, son, Yâbetter suck up to the king before some foul deed gets done.Itâs true he wears black socks and Hawaiian shirts,But that ainât no reason to treat him like dirt,Because he is your uncle, and I do wear his ring,And most of all, he is the motherfuckinâ king." "Donât say mother-fuckinâ king," says Hamlet. "Please, Somehow that phrase makes my blood freeze. My daddy was a handsome dude with dignity and class, And this fat fool got hair on his back and boils on his ass. Can anybody get you in their goddamn bedJust âcause they got a crown on their goddamned head?" His momma says, "Hey, before you go off the deep end, Thereâs some things about women you gotta comprehend."Now milkmaids and queens, we all have filet mignon dreams, But when the steak is gone, you will eat the beans. And when youâre out of beans, youâll chew the shoes off their feet, But you eat. Just picture me â a sweet young thing, Then boom â my husbandâs dead â and this suckerâs king. So itâs âheat the meat and act real sweetâOr wind up with my ass out in the goddamned street. I got cellulite, I got varicose veins, I got a hip gets stiff every time it rains. And -- this -- is what nursing a baby can do, "Course, honey, Iâm not blaminâ you, Though you were such a hungry child, But life goes on and a queen must smile."Then hark â just then Hamlet hears a soundFrom behind the curtain â like a mouse skittârinâ âround.But itâs really Opheliaâs daddy, spyinâ for the king,Listeninâ and takinâ down everything.Hamlet yells, "A rat!" and he stabs at the place,And kerplunk, out falls Polonius on his eavedroppinâ face.Hamlet sees it ainât the king, he says, "Oh shit,Yâfinally do take action and this is what you get.Now I killed my girlfriendâs poppa and Iâm covered with his blood,How do you explain this to someone you love?"Then here comes Ophelia, callinâ, "Daddy, Daddy dear,Hamlet, is my daddy in here?" WellâŠhe is⊠and he ainât â but someone should have told the catYâdonât wanna get stabbed, donât make noise like a rat.She cries, "Oh, my daddyâs dead and I can see You stuck it in him like you stuck it in me. I canât believe the shit you done to me. You used to want all â now you want none of me. Is this your perverted way of makinâ fun oâ me?" Hamlet says, "Hey then, get thee someplaceâŠMaybe a ⊠a nunnery." "Get me to a nunnery?" Ophelia moans, "Now that you ate the chicken, you wanna try and hide the bones? With your poetry and promises you messed up my brain, You are a dirty dog â and not a great Dane." "Please," says Hamlet, "Iâm in a crazed condition. Canât you see Iâm torn by indecision? To be or not to be? Thatâs the fuckinâ questionThatâs givinâ me migraines and indigestion. Should I take arms against a sea of trouble, Or just walk around goinâ gubble-gubble-gubble?"Ophelia says, "Hey, you donât fool me a bit,Youâre fakinâ all this psycho shit, âCause if youâre insane you donât have to kill the king, Or marry me or do any damn thing." Ham says, "Hey, go bake a cake, or give your booty a shake,Or take a jump in the motherfuckinâ lake â"Well, thatâs where he made another fatal mistake. Yâsee he didnât really mean for the bitch to do it, But sheâs gone like a flash, and run, jump, splash, Sheâs floatinâ and bloatinâ âfore anybody knew it."Oh, when it rains it pours," says Hamlet, "Ainât no doubt, Hereâs another thing I gotta feel guilty about."Well, they have Opheliaâs funeral and everybodyâs there.They got diamonds on their doublet, they got ribbons in their hair. Theyâre rattlinâ their beads and twistinâ in their chairs, Tryinâ to catch if any celebrities are there. And itâs a pleasant event, until into her graveLeaps her brother Laertes and he rants and raves. Heâs shakinâ his fist and pullinâ his hair, Gettinâ his ass tangled up in his underwear, Jumpinâ up and down in a frenzied fit, Meanwhile stompinâ her body to shit. He cries, "FEE-FO-FI, if I find the guy who caused her to die, Iâll slice him like a pie. Iâll cut out his heart and send it to Peru, âNâ Iâll c.o.d. his balls off to Timbuktu, Ship his dick to England in a registered letter, And then let him try to get his shit back together." Then the king pulls his coat, he says, "Harken to this, Hamletâs the dude who fucked up your sis. And he also stabbed your daddy, too, And all you do is boo-hoo-hoo? What kind of brother and son are you?If it was my family I know what Iâd do, Iâd be on him like a damned tattoo. Now⊠there is a sword with a poisoned tip. Itâll send any sucker on a one-way trip, âCause all it takes is one itty bitty scratchâŠHey, Hamlet, how about a little fencinâ match?"Well, then the whole fuckinâ place caves in, Hamlet stabs Laertes and Laertes stabs him. Then Hamlet turns around and stabs his uncle, too, While the queen drinks some poison the king had brewed. So she dies, he dies, Hamlet dies, Laertes diesOn top of where Ophelia lies, Right next to where Polonius died. And before you can wink, blink or turn your head, Chop-stab-slice -- every motherfuckerâs dead.Then in walks this cat Fortinbras, he says, "What â is -- this?I have never seen such a fuckinâ mess. You got skulls and swords, you got guts and gore, You got bodies piled up from ceiling to floor. You got broken glass, yâgot tangled hairs, You got blood and wine runninâ down the stairs. You got dented armor and ripped up gowns, You got bent-up crowns just rollinâ âround. Yâgot a punctured king, yâgot a poisoned queen, Yâgot a sweet prince dyinâ on the mezzanine. And behind that curtain thereâs another dead duff, And a body from the fishpond just floated up. Yâgot a stiff in the garden with some gunk in his ear, And a tatto says GERTRUDE FOREVER right here, And two guards on the gate tower drunk on beer. What the hellâs been goinâ on here?"Well, that was the end of our sweet prince, He died in confusion and nobodyâs seen him since. And the moral of the story is bells do get out of tuneâŠAnd you can find shit in a silver spoonâŠAnd an old manâs revenge can be a young manâs ruinâŠOh â and never look too close⊠at what your mamma is doin'.
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- Pages 18 pages
- Publisher Playboy
- Publication Date 1998
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- Language English
- ISBN 9999999999999
- Edition Not informed
- Category Poetry & Essays
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