O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Thy voice as sweet as avocado with sukuma.
Thy ails gone?
The physical ails may be gone but-
I have a concern that flashed across my thoughts
During my high fever.
Tell me what concerns thee today.
It honors me that thou care thy chest to me
And only me.
Of course who else would always show up-
To my balcony at odd hours?
By the hundreds in fact!
Oh don’t be silly
I have 3000 friends
And a flock of 11,798.
They will be here in thousands!
I pray the Gods keep them at bay
Or I will have to bare the blood of a city.
Thou need not worry.
Too many fuck-boys goings around-
But that’s for another day.
I worry for a subsection of people,
A whole clandestine culture.
I fear for their existence.
The apocalypse in their rear view mirror
What heavy burdens my lady carries.
‘tis the burden of these bountiful bosoms.
The Gods humbled me with intellect.
Well maybe this simple man
May aid in carrying the weight of thy bosoms.
What people do thou fear for?
To think so many of my friends may have to
Flee this country for their lives
What have they done to deserve such an unjust fate?
‘tis not what they’ve done.
‘tis because of who they art.
What a fate to be judged and attacked for who thou art.
‘tis but an unfortunate life for many,
The world is cruellest to its own.
Look at us-
But for them I worry.
Who art they?
It tickles my curiosity and
I beg thee scratch that itch.
If the government had banned all plastics,
Where shall all these plastic bitches go?
I don’t only talk of women.
There is a heavy fine if we’re caught with one.
Now I find myself lonely.
I can’t go out with them,
Be caught in public and pay a fee.
Nor can I ask them to change.
I imagine they live in fear
Locked in their homes for fear of death.
I saw Judy at lighthouse yesterday
With her fiancée
She mustn’t know then.
She mustn’t have heard of the ban
Her life so frail,
Could end in a second.
Romeo thou shouldn’t have told me this.
Now I am burdened with guilt.
Her life now in my hands.
(Confused AF Silence)
Haste now to her
And give her a message.
Thou must tell her of the ban
Have her flee this country immediately.
Her life in terrible danger.
Go now before
I must kiss my skin with black
And cry tears as she sinks in the sand.
Stay not too long though
For a fine thou shall pay
For being found with plastic.
Art thou serious?
I never joke-
About the soul of another!
Perhaps thou burden thyself with problems that-
Thou judge me?
Perhaps thou could call her or message,
On thy cellular.
It’s a phone!
And how could thou have me do such a thing.
Aiding and abetting.
Do thou want to throw mud on thy lady’s dress?
To turn me to a common criminal.
Have me put to prison?
Have thou not watched Orange is the New black?
If I go to prison I’ll get me a lady-lover,
And thou will be but a memory.
Slowly scissor’d out of my conscious
Does thou want that?
Never my love.
The mere mention
Of such a future had me on the brink
I shall do as thou say
To put the purest thing in my life
Now run along my Romeo.
Save a life.
Will I see thou again?
But on Friday I shall stand and call for thee.
If the writer doth of course try to meet deadlines,
Or then perhaps a Saturday
Or the crept in Thursday no one knows off.
I shall answer-