User:Moulton/Taboo Or Not Taboo

Taboo or not taboo? That is the question.
Whether tis nobler in the grind to suffer
The stings and terrors of outrageous notions
Or to make up songs against a sea of rebuses
And by lampooning, mock them. To lol, to weep;
No more; and by a baleet to say Mods end
The heart-ache and the merciless dyspeptic shocks
That spleens are heir to — 'tis a regurgitation
Devoutly to be ditched. To lol, to weep;
To weep, perchance to purge. Ay, there's the rub,
For in that puke of yecch what screams may come,
When we have muffled soft this musical boil,
Must give us applause. There's the reject
That makes calamity of so long strife,
For who would bear the quips and scorns of Jon,
Th'suppressor's wrong, the artist's contumely,
The pangs of oxytocin plunge, the law's delay,
The insolence of Mods, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy outtakes,
When Gomi might his quietus make
With a bobbing bodkin? Who would avatars bear,
To piss and moan under a bleary thread,
But that the dread of blather after dearth,
The undiscovered genre from whose reprise
No bard returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to buggers that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make crooners of us all,
And thus the plaintive tune of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of rhyme,
And dithyrambs of great kvetch and shpilkes
Will disregard their lyrics turn awry,
And lose the dance of traction.