Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear
The Point of the Argument
I like to question questions
To compare the answer's answers
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