Poems Futuristic, Romantic, and Painful🧨💔

STILL SEARCHING FOR NEO‼️🥋

Most nights at my parental home, you’ll find our tiny trio huddled in a praying puddle, “Searching For Neo.” What they don’t see or know is that NEO only says NO when I cry “Uncle! ¡Tio! ¡Dios Mio! Stop muddling and start cuddling, and then give in to my pleas, please!” If I had my druthers, I’d uncover new lovers under my bedcovers, since I don’t often take to others. Somehow John Wick sticks, even though he’s been a prick and his delays make me sick, making him both wicked and a dickhead.

So why did Ted make his Excellent Adventure MY head? I just know I’m filled with dread as soon as I awake from bed. Misery loves miserable company, but he’s never there to catch my teardrops in years where the pain never stops or clears. Instead, I mount my fount of fear, wishing I’d never been born and wasn’t even here. So, my little dears, Neo’s no “easy breeze off mountains!” He kills when you call him Bill, so take heed and increase your Speed. But don’t worry yourself into a hurry or scurry away. He always misses my birthdays, but he’s working on a Lake House to wow and woo his new spouse.

I don’t know why Neo stays away, when the only villain it’s killin is him. Why doesn’t he swim, then? Perhaps he doesn’t know the way, but surely our hero has Nat Geo? Our trio has a trio of heroes, but zero are Neo. No, he’s plugged into the Matrix by the Parabellum, but you can’t tell him! He’s usually so lost in his Own Private Idaho, no one knows where he goes! So when my folks and I have guns to our heads, we don’t call John Wick but 9-1-1 instead.

We don’t require fancy gunfu for simple rescues, but burning fires require burning tires, so we don’t rely on liars. This one won’t retire, so we pretend he’s fired. Of course, no one in our trio but Mio has met the real Neo. His intentions are too dishonorable to mention. In fact, they’re so mean and obscene, I wouldn’t confess them to Constantine!