Paolo Javier

ACT II
Scene III

            [Suddenly there is yummy lunging. Surely the angry AUTEUR eyes
            such fear.

            Enter the pupa sock A MASSUESE gone in a swaggering swing
            mode of victim.]

A MASSUESE.
Okay, is there a catch here among you?

A SWINGER BUSTER.
            Ssssh! Taming the shrew,
Anger arrives near you, Massuese.
Bottles of cum collects again.

            [Take an orchid spray. Make it spray as pallid dinghies dim.]

Loom outside too! Make yourself seen!
Coward! All the more to knock boots in!

AUTEUR.
            Mister Romantic why
follow oh young spirits upon forces
of good unto hell hymn confound
the life that is allowed to future itself.

            [Dumb down the noisy hatred unduly angst justice on the lam. The rest in
silent prayer. Let it out loud, let it out loud, the longing to sing.

            Enter SURMISE NEW MALE, clad in dark glasses.

            Watch as well the galling A SWINGER BUSTER.]

A SWINGER BUSTER.
In the name of the highest noon hunger pang christening!
A looming buster, cuting in!
Nary a minute to shy self! In the liked ceiling of grief.

A MASSUESE.
Just in case a naysayer loves Anger, or
A Swinger. I lick the top neon halo of
A Swinger! Suck it, grandpa, suck it good!
Lunge deep inside my ache.

            [Stronger and stronger, ANGER among the nervous. My cry
            marries with night, a din of lulling ache.]

A MASSEUSE.
Oh, A Swinger! Justice cuts!