Vladimir and Estragon
Vladimir and Estragon
Have no hopes to lean upon;
Estragon and Vladimir
Can't distinguish there from here.
Born into a world of doubt,
Neither sees a sure way out;
Lacking any laws to serve,
They must stand and wait with verve.
One will waver, one will wilt,
Both will gag about their guilt;
Both are noisily annoyed
In their bleak and vicious void.
Let their existential plight
Help us learn this truth aright:
If you scarce know night from day,
You are in a Beckett play.