Um.. Friends, Wiccans... members of Pi Kappa Gamma Alpha Beta Fraternity... (sniff)... lend me your ears.
I come to bury H. Robert Williams not to praise him! The good that people do... no wait... the evil stuff people do lives after them... but the good is oft interned with their bones. No wait... I mean... the good stuff is often pretty much the same thing that happened with the rest of them. (sniff).... So be it with H. Robert Will....... (sob)... Okay... (sniff)... I'm okay...
All right, I know a lot of people didn't like H. Robert Williams very much because he was most of the time kind of hatching evil plans and stuff. And also he was really mean and took advantage of me a lot. And also he never let anybody else win at Mega God of Death Curse of the Nemesis or anything. Also, sometimes he didn't smell too good and when I had a girl over he was always using his robot eye thing to spy on us which was just weird... But... I mean... (sob)... he was kind of like the dad I wish I had except that person is my real dad who I don't like that person very much.
I mean, that dog I picked up when I as a kid with my mom... (sob)... I mean, it was such a friendly dog and stuff and yah it didn't have much hair or anything... (sob)... but it was still a... (sob)... (sniff)... (sniff)... earthfriend... because it lived here too. Just like H. Robert (sob)... Okay...
I mean, H. Robert liked my poetry that I wrote, and he said real nice things about my mom and he told me I should go see her when I couldn't buy the souvenirs of Che' Guevara with the sunday collection... (sob)... and... (sniff)... Okay... Anyway... I mean... (sob)... okay... I'm not okay... I mean... whoever it is... even if you don't like them very much... I mean... I remember my cute english prof at U.T. She had us read all this stuff by this Dunn person. And he said No man is an Island... and (sniff) that bell that tolls... you know... that bell is tolling for thee. And by thee I mean all of you people out there. So... (sniff)... I thought Dunn was pretty stupid and everything. But maybe he was on to something.
Also there was this poem about a guy who could run really far and also there was this poem about writing a poem in a country church yard. I couldn't remember who wrote them but I bet if you go read them you'll find out.. (sniff) ... a lot of it has to do with stuff you should know. But I couldn't find them really fast...
... Okay... (Sniff) So I'd like to read this poem by e. e. cummings instead. I like e. e. cummings because he has two e's in his name and he had a lot of trouble with capitalization and grammer and spelling like me. It's called "if strangers meet"
if strangers meet
not poor not rich
i not not you
deep our most are
(and so to dark)