wherefore art thou romeo

BOYS

B:
bubbling, blistering boils pop boisterously from his baked skin, blazing a befouled trail of backstabbing and bargains over his barmy tongue. what begins in beautiful fields, becomes barren wastelands. basically, his every word befuddles begging women yet barely breaches the law of truth.

O:
oblivious to obligations, males of outstanding obnoxiousness attempt to out-rank other opposing threats and offer ostentatious outbursts of vocal chords. they provide obsessive mothers with obscene riddles to weave occasional panic though her organs, to oppress opposing contradictions.

Y:
yellow ties yell as loud as yellow flowers, your hands grip tight yawing daisies as four meters yonder, a young man quirks his lips and fills your lungs with a yogic peace.

S:
slightly shy fingertips slip shaky tunes across a plane of symphonies. silent onlookers watch on with sly eyes, suspended indefinitely in swirling spirits of a subtle nature, a soft serenade swallows their bodies whole as the surreal songs of the boy sink slowly into their veins.