Twisting to
the woeful
Shakespearean Sonnets,
screeching melancholic duets,
riveting to the poet’s
romantic tunes
mourning to the funeral beats
Romeo came
to the doctor’s parlor…
As he sat down,
the prophetic Doctor prophesied
“Though the world may
erupt in tragic elation,
your world will burn
in dreadful jubilation,
your death is scripted,
what is to become
of your juvenile existence?”
Paused for a bit
and he went on,
“Some wild lass, Juliet,
will cause a farce
havoc will unleash,
as she seizes your heart,
your senses will twist
with her dim-witted romance,
your death is scripted,
artistically woven,
prepare for your death
you imbecilic arse .”
As the tragic revelation
unraveled,
face crying in anguish,
terrified, stunned, stoned
and trembling
in fear Romeo asked,
"what am I to do
to save my budding arse?"
Doctor responded,
“Undo it you can,
First,
You must set fire
On your juvenile brain,
And burn you must
Your poetic ways,
decapitate your
Romantic wits,
after which
spread some ice
on your tender, temperate
Heart,”
Paused
And he went on again,
“almost saved
you are,
but to succeed,
devoid of spiritual
ties you must be,
a spiritual castration you
should do----
---- slash your senses,
slice your wits,
set them on fire
and let them burn,
murder your spine,
shred it to bits,
replace it with
an Oak beam- do it all-
you might
pull it through,
finally- sterilize yourself,
you might yet survive”
Shashendra Amalshan Copyrights 2012
I think Romeo is reborn in every good boy after the doc's prescription and your wit but it makes me think does it grow again, great imagination...regards