I jetted to Italy
last week to interview
sweet, dead Juliet.
So how is
that true love thing
working out for you,
I asked?
Not well, she replied.
Romeo is grown
old and cold,
his fingers like ice,
his kisses like stone
his ardent desire
sadly has flown.
I pointed out,
in all fairness,
You realize that
after 400 years
you are mostly dust?
Well then, she snapped,
make him into
a vacuum cleaner
that he might
**** upon my sweetness
as he did before.
You may call that
true love.
It was a disappointingly
predictable interview.
~mce
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
I jetted to Italy
last week to interview
sweet, dead Juliet.
So how is
that true love thing
working out for you,
I asked?
Not well, she replied.
Romeo is grown
old and cold,
his fingers like ice,
his kisses like stone
his ardent desire
sadly has flown.
I pointed out,
in all fairness,
You realize that
after 400 years
you are mostly dust?
Well then, she snapped,
make him into
a vacuum cleaner
that he might
**** upon my sweetness
as he did before.
You may call that
true love.
It was a disappointingly
predictable interview.
~mce
