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Following on from yesterday’s impro game, I decided to take another favourite theatre game, as the basis for a poem.
This one is “Questions”, where two, or more, actors have to improvize a scene, but only speak in questions.
In this piece, the plain text is a woman; the italicized text is a man.
I doubt that any more explanation is required…
QUESTIONS, QUESTIONS, QUESTIONS
Do you like me?
Do you wanna fuck?
Is Friday night ok?
What’s wrong with right now?
How can I resist a man who is so keen?
Can you suck my cock?
Is this alright?
Do you swallow?
Do I have to?
I thought you liked me?
When will I see you again?
Have you always been this clingy?
Would you like to go out to dinner?
Do I have to pay?
Can I call you?
Can you just give me some space?
Do you love me?
Well, I fuck you, don’t I?