The
Friends, Romans, countrymen speech from
Julius Caesar, in
hepcat slang. I do not know the author, but I like how it sounds.
Friends,
Romans,
Hipsters,
Let me
clue you in;
I come to
put down Caesar, not to
groove him.
The
square kicks some
cats are on stay with them;
The
hip bits,
like, go down under; so let it lay with
Caesar. The
cool Brutus
Gave you
the message: Caesar had
big eyes;
If that's the
sound, someone's
copping a plea,
And, like, old Caesar really set them
straight.
Here,
copacetic with Brutus and the
studs,
-- for Brutus is a real
cool cat;
So are they all,
all cool cats, --
Come I to make this
gig at Caesar's
laying down.