the first folio

my name is widely know...
my sorrow has now grown...
I'm dressed in black...mourning...
i cant tell if I'm going insane...
what I've seen.....
damn it all this life is like a garden that no one cares for.
only nasty disgusting shit grows on it...
but maybe not as disgusting as what my mother has done...

who am i????

thats right
Hamlet