Argument...Shmargument

["Poetic Justice"]

Inside of Lee's small Massachusetts town house, Cobain sits on the couch. AWGtv cycles across the television as he stares at the screen senselessly. From the back of the room we see Lee’s head peak in. He glances around and discovers no obstacles to his entrance. As he draws closer, we discover his hands filled with rolls of paper. He steps in front of the television, obstructing Cobain’s view.

Lee- “Poster” a Poetic Justice poem.

I see you are getting close
To making it to the lights
Just one more thing you need
Before you get to fight
A piece of memorabilia
To take on your roller coaster
Like a bright, shinny
Glossy, new poster

And that was a Poetic Justice poem.

Lee unravels the poster revealing a picture of Cobain flexing. The words “The Pain Train” run across the bottom.

Cobain (under his breath): It even rhymes.

Cobain becomes furious with Lee as his face turns red with rage.

Cobain- Look Lee, I’m sick of all this crap. You make me work on entrances and costumes and now memorabilia, but I’m not in any better shape. I’m not any closer to getting noticed. Heck, I didn’t even get into that developmental battle royal!

Cobain storms out of the room.

Lee- “Argument” A Poetic Justice poem

So this week I play Adam
The pretty playboy
I shall tool on him
And play with him as if he was my toy
But how am I to prepare
After such a fierce argument
Never fear, nothing will stop me from winning
Not even a stupid shmarument

And that was a Poetic Justice poem.