The Next Shakespeare

And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.

William Shakespeare

Surely nobody could ever command the English language like him. But wait!

You wasted my hard-on, bitch.. (for Condi)
You lied to me about everything.
Your gap-toothed cobra smile fucking face.
Lied.
About everything.
Fuck you.
Forevermore.

TomInTib of the Democratic Underground

Every high school English student will be forced to recite that in a hundred years.