Poems Futuristic, Romantic, and Painful🧨💔

LADY MACDEATH 🩸

Out!! Out, Damned Spot!
Guilt floods HOT through my
Veins and hands in vain,
Since the plans I’m committed to
Are crimes I’ll commit, too,
Though, I know I should refuse.

My husband and I are willing to
Use any charm to cause harm
To a fellow countrymen, a dunce
We once called a friend, but my
Stature wasn’t as tall and I wasn’t
As bitter back then.

I don’t usually conspire with liars, but
Duncan hasn’t been fired and won’t retire.
So heady ambition woos me into a state
Where I contemplate how to marinate my
Envy and Hate into a brew I can stew over
While hatching plans to murder a man,
And evidence will show upon my hands.

So, on the morrow, we shall borrow
Cauldrons with double the broil
And twice the Bubble,
Hoping to treble the trouble for
Every evil the wind blows in, since
Life merely struts upon a stage.
So when the bard’s bloody hard,
Spotted hands must turn the page

Over and into a new life or stage,
Where we can engage with rage or
Find sex, gore, and war to explore.
So thank you, unborn Shakespeare,
For penning such compelling plays
We can’t forget, so like an elephant,
Your gifts always remain relevant. 🐘🎭