Hamlet

When I was young
I flipped Hamlet
the bird.
"What a useless fuck.
Just do
anything
as long as it's
something."
Back then I knew
exactly
what I'd have done.
I'd have gutted my
Greasy traitor
uncle
but spared my Mom.
It would have been
a play in one
Act.

That's what I
told myself.
Now I think
that deciding
can be a bitch,
and that I would rather jump in
a coral reef
head first
than risk my soft belly being rubbed
raw.

Hamlet still
pisses me off
but for a different reason.
It's the way he drove himself
and eveybody he talked to
bat shit crazy
by worrying whether
he was fucking it all up,
both acting
and not acting.

It's such a drag
always getting riled
up over what is, and is
not.
And maybe his Dad
was just an asshole
anyway.