The Balcony Scene

(With my apologies to Romeo and Juliet)

Enough! what lies from Boris’s lips now break?
We have no peace, and truth is on the run.
Arise, fair sons, and silence this venomous goon,
Who is O so thick and truth doth thief,
That none do make up truth more than he:
Be not his maid, since he is envious;
His bestial ribaldry is but sick and lean,
And none but fools do share; cast it off.
He is so lazy, O, he needs a shove!
O, that he knew he were!
He speaks, yet he says nothing: what of that?
His eye entices; I will not answer it.
I am not sold, ’tis not to me he speaks:
Twelve of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Have my business and do entreat my eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they remain.
What if these lies he shares, reside in your head?
The triteness of his speech doth shame those stars,
As daylight doth a thief; judged by eleven,
They piercéd through his scary prorogation - judged not right.
A spider spun and thought it were not bright.
See, how he leaves a stain upon this land!
O, that I had an X upon my hand,
That I might vote away this freak!