Poetry: Because Speech Has No Punctuation

 
Francis, it could be so much better!
Oh, I don’t disagree, but who are you to tell me!?
And don’t call me Francis. You’re one interrobang away
from being deleted. And it’s my place to say so
and decide so. There is no housing crisis in my mind   
The troublemakers have been evicted
And there’s plenty rooms for the beautiful people now--
artists, writers, creators and inventors, philosophers
mystics, and badasses who step into their power and
by doing so, can help remake this world.
 
Oh? I’m sorry, I thought you were calling me Francis
Oh! You are Francis! I misunderstood
You were just introducing yourself and
here I thought you were trying to scrape
on my identity. Never mind. Here, let me show you:
is this a room you could like? It has a nice corner window
I see now. The issue with punctuation
You meant: “Francis. It could be so much better!”
Set up shop. Help us make it so. Welcome Francis!
 
©2019 Henry India Holden

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