The Fat "B"aStaR-iC
To B, or not to B a C+ she thought: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler to have remained a mere B, or to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune of an Upgrade to the holiest of grails, becoming not a non pure B nor in fact a Pure C+
Oh to take arms against a sea of slander by the purist
And by opposing the purist would I end them? To die a B: to sleep a C+;
No more a B and by a sleep to say we end thy Life a B
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks of accepting Any Voltage
Thy tone is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die a B, to sleep a C+;
To sleep: perchance to dream: of such tonal beauty, ay, there's the acceptance;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this B's coil,
Must give us pause: there the C+ awaited us respect
That makes calamity of so long life as a B unbearable;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of being a Mod,
Ah the proud The fair B-COphelia! Tone Nymph, in thy orisons
no longer my B tone remembered
