My Aorta Is Hurt Poem by Simbarashe Raymond Mudukuti

I watched as a man was de-teethed
Not less than 5 minutes after complimenting him,
About his good scavenging skills in my mind
Little did I know that would all change
It's not a question
I've got 2 questions though
Where did the money go?
Who was wrong?
Let the storyteller marinate your ears
Played an hour ago these billiards balls
He won, usually his the loudmouth
In fact all the time he is
They are grownups,
Done with their commerce
As he tries to find Roman coins
All is news
His been entangled in a love life
The one where he has affection for both of them
Than one mistake identity for a terrorist
That one moment when the name Romeo appears in a comic book
You think towards Juliet, obviously
For the first time he was right
But took the wrong left turn into trouble
I didn't actually see it
We are a both visualizing it
But im trembling
That's what demarcates the feeling