Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, and Two Weeks,
Creeps in these petty poasts from gay to gay
To the last syllable of recorded colored people time,
And all our #DayOnes have lighted fools
The way to gay voting booths. Out, out, brief candle!
#DayOne is but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his gayness upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a poast
Made by some fat MAGA retard, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.