#macbelvis

[macbelvis]

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow... Woa, woman who hath birthed me.

I am naught but a dog. A dirty vile hound of a dog. Yae, I weep. Quit often! For the fates hath said I shall be The King, yet I hath done naught but cowardly shy from my ambition! Even mine own wife hath more courage than me!

Woah, woman who hath Birthed me! If I were indeed a hound, and my kingdom a rabbit, I would have ne'er caught one....

[macbelvis]

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow...

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

To the last syllable of recorded "woah mama"

All our yesterdays have lighted Elvii fools

The way to sequins death- leave the building! Brief candle!

Life is but a hip thrusting shadow, a poor The King

That strums his frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more; it is a tale told by a shitposter

Full of Rock n Roll and Orbs

Signifying, nothing.

[MACBELVIS sorrowfully hip-thrusts, alone on an empty stage. Fade to black]

[macbelvis]

Woah thee who hath birthed me, it seems that fate hath beseeched upon me divine punishment in The Rounded Prison! For what crimes I hath brought upon the people of Las Vegas? Nay, it shall be my fate to be The King, for so say the witches three.

[macbelvis]

Woah, woman who hath birthed me.

The Elvii fade one after another, their voices and hip thrusts slowly vanishing

Hath the Supreme Witches Three be true? Couldest my destiny be to become The King of Rock n Roll?

Hark, Hummina, hark, at what dark Costs be my assencion to The King? Is Thane of Rock n Roll not enough for me? Dost I have the wrath of mine own wife, who has tempted me with this violent ambition?

Nay, nay, sweet audience. I thank thee, I thank the with all gratitude.

[macbelvis]

Woah! Woman who hath birthed me!

Dost thou not know I can be seen,

Resting amongst myself? Alone as a singular dewdrop upon a rose?

If thou cannot find it amongst thine heart to visit, not even to stay briefly and give a passing salutstions

Then at the least thou may find the time to write? A brief ode to a lonely man?

Nay! Do not harbor such cruelty in thine own soul! For my heart bears true! Truth and purity say I!

I implore you not to be cruel to one with such loyalty and devotion in my heart.

Hark, Hummina, hark.

[MACBELVIS dejectedly exits downstage, briefly pausing to look longingly at the the audience before hanging his head in sorrow. BLACKOUT.]

[macbelvis]

Woah! Woman who hath Birthed me

What brings this influx of fair players?

Hath so many watchers taken interest in my plight?

For what is a Thane of Rock n Roll if not destined to be The King?

Yea, uh-huh-huh! how many elvii have already succumbed to mine own cruel ambitions.

Hark, Hummina, Hark! the fates prophecy shall fulfilled be!

[MACBELVIS throws scarf, boogies stage right]

[macbelvis]

Woah thee who hath pushed me from her womb!

My temperature rises thus! For a love hath burned like a fire within my very soul! Art thou of fine persuasion to have set my soul ablaze? Yae! For love hath confused my moral brain. Aye, what temptations do confound man and woman. What emotion be more complex yet at the same time simple and feral as that of love? Hark, humina, hark, love be burning within me I fear.

[macbelvis]

Woa, woman who has birthed me! It seems that another rival would be so bold as to try and claim my destined throne! What of this executor I hath heard rumors of! Nay, I shall not let any other stand between myself and my fated pos'tion!

Yea, the executor shall meet its end and revive naught more naught less The MacBelvis Special (A Dagger, it's handle pointed towards my hand).

For fair is foul and foul is fair, alas.

[MACBELVIS cross downstage righ, exit as lights flash red and fade]