Caesar/Mark

Shakespeare-adaptation of the tale of the fall of Julius Caesar, Emperor of Rome, in a modern-setting for imaged thorns.

A Julius Caesar (Shakespeare) modernization. Hope you like (Happy Saturday), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of adaptation contains images/references with no ties to any representative person(s)/body (e.g., Facebook) and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' interpretations).

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Let us (now!) carefully relay the mechanics mezzanine dark fable of the pronounced demise of a world figurehead of undoubted capitalism tycoon image, that of Caesar, prompting his first-knight venture heroist, Mark, to inquire of his bloody-murder and re-orient the Western (American!) kingdom of incomplete-distances readings of the leviathan/uncertainty of bad-sportsmanship cast as a requisition for governance thesauruses (Facebook-like!).

BRUTUS: You charge me with this electric-kill of our fare-rich Caesar, Mark.

MARK: I know it well, and I proclaim it in front of this cemetery crowd (now!).

BRUTUS: This is Mark...he's honey-words of the swordsman variety for patriots.

MARK: I charge thee well, Brutus, for the demise of our Caesar...untimely!

BRUTUS: You're as a bound Romanticist and make foolish headways for bad-IQ.

MARK: If Caesar fell before the time of good, then we'll rebuilt some castle.

BRUTUS: Very good, Mark...let's find the right potions for the fates of graves.

MARK: Good?

Brutus was worried and he should've been, for Mark recruited Caesar's bad nephew, Octavian, to become the successor to the new dominion now marshaled by Brutus, once counselor of Caesar-the-capitalist, who did in deeds betray him for bad criticism meditations; for now Mark saw a rebuilt castle headed by Octavian and with an ousted (forever) Brutus who did not serve the candy-corn consumerism of Western (American!) Halloweentime consciousness (Selfie-like).

BRUTUS: You fear this Mark and his new champ Octavian?

CASCA: If I did not, you'd not consider me the successor to your throne!

BRUTUS: So, you're my counselor as I had been that to Caesar (ha).

CASCA: Well, dominions reshape like slime-and-clay for heads and hearts!

BRUTUS: Let's be wary of the 'examination(s)' of Mark/Octavian, Casca.

CASCA: Facebook-like (for the Ego).

Mark was busy courting his love-affair with a distant princess of Western (American) sports-languages for youthful bound-Romanticism (wow). After all, he and Octavian plotted the right labyrinth-mezzanines for making mark of all that the dominion offered for capitalists simply seeking secured profits for runs and chases and mazes and contests and windows and flowers and sex and prayers and food and competition (for all!).

BRUTUS: We flee now, my poor friend, Casca (damn).

CASCA: We were shaken...we endured worst days surely.

BRUTUS: Mark and Octavian proved too strong...Caesar lives (somehow).

CASCA: There shall be others (like us)...fled ahead of the flames of bad-image.
BRUTUS: Where there's skepticism, there's sustainable castles for chess (ok).

CASCA: All Earthlings know it true; dominions are of imaged thorn-birds (cool).

BRUTUS: Mark was destined to win.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)