All The World’s a Start-up

Yep. So this is the way to butcher Shakespeare:

All the world’s a start-up,
And all the employees and employers merely players:
They have their exits and their seed funding;
And one entrepreneur in his time plays many roles,
His acts being of many ages. At first the visionary,
Thinking and daydreaming during his employer’s time.
And then the prototyping, with his midnight oil
And bloodshot eyes in the morning, creeping like snail
To his day job. And then the demonstrator,
Pitching like furnace, with a profitable ballad
Made to his uncle’s bank account. Then the formation
Full of strange mission statements and, once again, bearded like a student,
Coding for honor, sudden and quick with their development,
Seeking the dot com bubble revival
Even in the recession’s mouth. And then the profits,
In fair compensation to all that pledged their allegiance,
With eyes excitable and suit of formal cut,
Full of presentations and modern technologies;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts,
Into the lean and slipper’d consultant,
With spectacles on nose and iphone on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his restless mind; and excitable voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
For another crazy idea that may shape history,
Is second willing to do it all again,

Sans fear, sans self-doubt, sans worries, sans regrets.

(feel free to add suggestions for changes of lines)

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