O they were my cursed, former friends:
The bland Rosencrantz & Guildenstern;
Such superficial fools; blinded by
The spurious light of crude custom:
Of gimmicks & gadgets & fashion.
O they were unreconstructed sheep;
Mere lickspittles of the status quo;
Poor players in life's profound pageant.
They reckoned that I would not succeed.
O where are they now? Where are they now? !
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Mere lickspittles of the status quo; Poor players in life's profound pageant. They reckoned that I would not succeed. O where are they now? Where are they now? ! amazing