Hamlet, you guys know him.
Prince of Denmark.
father dead,
mother married
to uncle.

Hamlet still
mourns his father.
Beetles around
wearing black, still.
His ‘inky cloak’.

But one thing has lodged
in the Hamlet craw —
frigging impossible
to keep hair and lint off
said starless cloak.

He’s like,
“used a lint roller
not half an hour ago
looks like I spent
every minute since
rolling around a kennel.”