Othello
Othello
Like Othello,
your sexual jealousy eats at you.
I am not your Desdemona
and he is not my Michael.
Your inability to recognize the absence
of your inner Iago
turns us into a bizarre love triangle.
The cheap plastic table,
threatens to fall as I pound it
when the right cards
flutter from his hand.
Fortune plays you like a fiddle
and the blackjack's shoulders shake
for your misconceptions:
I'd rather court the Joker.
You presume marriage
and deny when confronted.
I am no virgin bride
with embroidered hankerchief.
He makes me laugh
with ribald jokes and sly commentary.
He makes you glare
at him, at me;
you wring your hands
into a temporary noose.
You are no leader of men,
I am no wiser than the Fool,
that spins on that imaginary wheel.
Like Othello,
your sexual jealousy eats at you.
I am not your Desdemona
and he is not my Michael.
Your inability to recognize the absence
of your inner Iago
turns us into a bizarre love triangle.
The cheap plastic table,
threatens to fall as I pound it
when the right cards
flutter from his hand.
Fortune plays you like a fiddle
and the blackjack's shoulders shake
for your misconceptions:
I'd rather court the Joker.
You presume marriage
and deny when confronted.
I am no virgin bride
with embroidered hankerchief.
He makes me laugh
with ribald jokes and sly commentary.
He makes you glare
at him, at me;
you wring your hands
into a temporary noose.
You are no leader of men,
I am no wiser than the Fool,
that spins on that imaginary wheel.