Whatever, I Love You, I Hate You, Kiss Me

Making fun of teen angst via Romeo and Juliet.

Two Youths, alike in Hormonality,
With fair Corona which lays us our Scene,
Teenage Grudge makes Filial Mutiny,
Where the Airs of Heirs are soiled and unclean,
From fourth the Fatal Loins of these two Foes,
A pair of cockeyed lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured but passionate throes
Do with their death bury their high schools' strife.
The tipsy passage of their death-marked love,
And the continuance of the rivals' rage,
Which only martyrdom brought them above,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend, 
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

The End

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