Hamlet

To skip, or not to skip-

that is the question!

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind

to follow the truancy of seniors-

or to come to school, and by opposing, do work.

To skip- to sleep, and by a sleep to mean

stay up real late and not wake up until 11am!

'Tis a revelation devoutly to be wished!

To skip- to sleep-

to sleep perchance to dream-

ay, there's the bonus.

For in that sleep of skip what dreams may come

when we have shuffled off our daytime clothing

must give us pause.

There's the bonus that makes fortune out of long night!

For who would stay up late, watch tv, read a book,

talk on the phone, and eat much popcorn,

when he himself could snuggle inbetween cozy sheets and snooze?

Who would dishes wash, to grunt and sweat after a weary day-

but that the dread of no sleep at all, the zombied state,

from whose bourne no travelor returns easily,

puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those sleepy feet we have-

than stay up and earn what we know not of?

Thus the body does make sleepyheads of us all,

and thus the native hue of absolution is muddied over

with the null cast of thought,

and enterprises of slow pitch and moment,

with this regard, their currents slowly sink

and lose the name of action.

in honor of Senior Skip Day and Hamlet

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