The Point of the Argument – 0042

Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear

The Point of the Argument

I like to question questions
To compare the answer to the answer
But you’re nimble on your toes,
and we all know no corner holds
A well-skilled circumstancer
	And so we meet again
	Pretending to be friends
	But we both know
	How this boring snore-fest sword fight ends:
		One of us gets stabbed
		One of us gets mad
		But the victim and victor
		Remain uncertain
	You argue, “It all depends
	On where the stab wound ends”
	And "It doesn’t matter where it started.
        Sure, it was this close but everybody knows
	How very thick and hard my heart is.
A little bit of blood simply proves I’m still alive,
Beyond that, it doesn’t mean a thing."
                       CUT!
	An Actor screams, "What do you mean,
		we can’t finish the scene?
	What?! You’ve already
		dropped the curtain...?"


2-25-24