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Neocon Bedtime Stories

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Darling, darling neocons
Upon the pillow lies the head
Sleep arrives, a frightened guest
Learns to hide among the dead


Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast,--


What do you mean?


Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house:
'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor
Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.'


So many now have learned the trick
Of spilling blood quite absent guilt
Perhaps we seek ourselves in death
Yet hide from all the coffins built


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