An Othello Roast From Desdemona's POV

I was rereading Othello the other day while watching comedy roasts on youtube. This seemed like a good idea at the time. I hope the great bard forgives me.

This is what Desdemona should say to all the men in this play...

Look at all you fools

your scheming and your tools

of mass destruction

all talk but little action

except against each other

Do you tell your own mother

your thoughts about women?

You disgrace the name of 'men'!

Iago,

you complain about your life

think they all slept with your wife.

Maybe everyone but you

because this one thing is true:

your mind's all inside my bed

and my husband in your head!

Othello,

how the mighty now have fallen

your honour and your reputation stolen!

If you believe that I was cheating

only madness you'll be meeting.

Your jealousy becomes a flood

of your delusions wanting blood!

Cassio,

Misogynistic sexist pig

your actions your own grave dig.

Nobody forced you to get drunk

or fight and act out like a skunk.

As long as Shakespeare thinks up ghosts

I'll haunt you if my life is lost.

Roderigo,

get out of my sight!

Someone! Just snuff out the light

from your stupid foolish eyes

you who believed Iago's lies!

You might have been manipulated

but with no brain it was expected!

As for me, fair Desdemona,

I should have stayed with my father

with a foul marriage none should bother.

Being a good wife was all I tried

but in the end, we know, I died.

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