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Othello

March 8, 2013
By R.E.Butterfly BRONZE, Plaquemine, LA, Louisiana
R.E.Butterfly BRONZE, Plaquemine, LA, Louisiana
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Othello, o dear fellow
The Costello of Venice
You’ve been bent like an elbow
And played like an oboe
Didn’t know you would go so low
You’re calm in the clutch like Carmelo
And say “Oh No!” just like Matumbo
I thought you were in love bro?
Went crazy like Iago
Now you’re going solo
What happened to YOLO?
Your emotions runnin’ wild
Up and down like a yoyo
Believe Desdemona is a “h**” tho
You believe Iago even though he says,
“I am not what I am” bro
Doomed from the start
Cauz Desdemona wanted a Negro
A little cocoa for dessert
She was like your angel
But never lost her halo
As graceful as a cello
Made in Spello
Thought ya’ll would make a happy home like Jefferson at Monticello
But you let her go
----Whoa…
Guess you lost your mojo?
You were strong,
Now more like jello
But you managed to keep it on the down low
Too bad for Desdemona
“I do perceive a divided duty”
Here with Cassio
Shame for such a classy fellow
You thought he was a Cabello
Yo! “Cassio’s a proper man”
But what you didn’t know…
They weren’t on the down low
Your house is not a bordello
Back in Ravello
Iago just like a maestro
Composing like Marcello
Orchestrated the madness
Which bellows pain
The trillo in his hands
Such a sad soul
Set it off like an arsenal
And paints a picture like Van Gogh
But Desdemona was the sweetest soul just like an angel
“Hail to […] the grace of heaven”
Othello you said, “My life upon her faith”
Is no longer your belief
You cause grief
As I watch your sorrow
You’ve gone mad
It’s so sad
You've outhauled your heart
Rough like a Brillo
You made Desdemona roll up like an armadillo
You smothered her with a pillow
You’re so slow
Because your blood pact don’t mean a thing to that hobo
You Dumbo
He burned you like arroz con pollo
Got you feeling so low
Bout to call the popo
Cauz what you did with Iago
All up in your ear telling you which way to go
Stop believing what you hear; you need to use your ojos
Made a Martello of what used to be a field of flowers
You practiced with the master, the art of duello
Now everybody’s dead except for Cassio.


The author's comments:
I was given an assignment at school where I had to write a poem entailing 50 words that rhyme with Othello, five lines from "Othello, the Moore of Venice" and at least 15 figures of speech.

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