hillary’s soliloquy

by Edward Savoy

Published: April 1, 2008

Enters stage left, stopping in the middle of a bare dark stage.

To leave or not to leave, that is the question.
Whether ’tis nobler to the Party to suffer the slings and arrows
Of media punditry and Obamamania
Or to fight on against a sea of campaign debt
And, by remaining, end it.
Or to endure the thousand unnatural slights
Of the media and the solons of the Senate
Who bid me to sleep until the electoral fall
Perchance to dream of 2012; ay, there’s the rub.
For in that four-year political coma, what dreams may I lose?
When I have finished my preparations
To shuffle off of the Sunday morning news show circuit,
It gives me pause to think of the Senate,
The oppressing wrong, the proud mans forum
The infrequent pangs of my despised love, the law’s delay
The indolence of office, and the spurning of
My patient merit against the unworthy rake
Whose conscience does make cowards of us all.
Most say that I must make my way to that much discovered country
That old, despised, defeated politicians are heir to
From whose bourn, no man or woman returns
(Except for Nixon, but no one pays that any particular mind).
But, the native hue of my resolution
Is not sicklied over with the pale cast of thought
But driven onwards, towards what end I know not
For to falter now would mean that I lose the name and spirit of action
That has driven me this far into a race
For tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.