From Hinge Online '03: Hamlet On Pine Street

A hammered elder took me aside: "Try your skill on each 
girl; hone, develop your skill; but prepare yourself for solitude
 
nonetheless. Never let your eyes linger longer than a minute."
 
Petty Polonius
 

left me leeching cigarettes outside Dirty Frank's.
 
Ophelia, beer-breath'd, bleary-eyed, laid a cadaverous
 
hand on my lap, plummeted into streams of Scotch-
 
good night, sweet lady, good night. Leeches
 

lingered on our exit; jealous teeth, yellowed of nicotine.
 
Gentle Rosencrantz tried to turn a trick; Guildenstern
 
did a monkey-dance. The reign of despair
 

consolidated itself with the arrival of battered
 
Gertrude. The night wasted away; my fortunes
 
waned outrageously.