(Spike is at a rough looking bar, gets jostled)

SPIKE: Ahh. Nice crowd.

BARTENDER: It can get pretty ugly in here, I gotta warn you.

SPIKE: (belting a shot) What I'm after. Couple more shots of courage, and I may make my presence felt.

BARTENDER: Your funeral.

SPIKE: Well, I never had a proper one.

(grins, drinks the shot)

(... later ...)

(Spike is on stage; there's a sign reading "Poetry Slam, Thursdays 4:00")

SPIKE:

My soul is wrapped
in harsh repose,
midnight descends
in raven-colored clothes,
but soft...behold!
A sunlight beam cutting a swath of
glimmering gleam.
My heart expands,
'tis grown a bulge in it,
inspired by your beauty... effulgent.

MAN IN THE AUDIENCE: Yeah!

(The audience applauses. Spike receives a standing ovation. For the home audience, that poem should be familiar... see Fool for Love)

MAN IN THE AUDIENCE: That was great, man.

SPIKE: Thank you. That was for Cecily. All right. This next one's called The Wanton Folly of Me Mum.

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written by: Jeffrey Bell & Joss Whedon; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited & formatted by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season5/transcripts/5x22_tran.php