It seems a sad sign of these current times—
Polonius is now an oracle.
His vapid platitudes, his half thought lines
have become mantras for the countless fools
in need of self help soundbites for Twitter.
But they forget the feckless bore’s downfall—
a sharp blade through a drape ended his chatter.
Surrounding yourself with quaint ornaments
and pretty soundbites won’t provide a shelter
from reality. So don’t borrow or lend,
and by all means, to thine own self be true,
but beware of the sabre’s pointy end
and heavy footsteps bearing down on you.