Some more light Shakespeare. This one comes from The Philanderer, an old lit. rag from my university days, which I unearthed last night and which brought back a flood of memories. Pankaj, old friend, wherever you are, you're missed bigtime.

The Mod Shakespeare

Julius Caesar, III, ii

Friends, Romans, hipsters,
Let me clue you in;
I come to put down Caesar, not to groove him.
The square things some cats are on stay with them;
The hip bits, like, go down under;
So let it be with Caesar.
The cool Brutus gave you the message
Caesar had big eyes;
If that's the sound, someone's copping a plea,
And like, old Caesar really set them straight.
Here along with Brutus and the studs -
For Brutus is a real cool cat;
So are they all, all cool cats -
Come I to make this gig at Caesar's lay down.
He was my bud, the most and real gone to me;
But like, Brutus pegs him as having big eyes,
And Brutus is a real cool cat,
Caesar copped a lot of heads for home,
Which put us way out with that loot;
Does this give Caesar big eyes?
When the square cats cried, Caesar flipped;
Big eyes should be made of more solid stuff;
Yet Brutus pegs him as having big eyes,
And Brutus is a real cool cat.
You all dug that bit at the Lupercal..
Three times I gave him the king's lid
And three times he hung me up; was this big eyes?
I don't want to disprove what Brutus gassed,
But like, I only dig what comes on..
So how come you don't cry the blues for him?
Man, you are real nowhere,
You don't make it any more!
Don't cut out on me;
My guts are in the box there with Caesar,
And I gotta stop swingin' till they come back.