Overheard From A Particular Box At Ford's Theater

Consarn
it, Booth--the stench
of your acting rises
to this box like the rot of death
itself!

Death to tyrant actors

This poem makes me want to smoke crack. And I like smoking crack.

Ummm...OK?

I'm going to take that as a compliment.

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