I wrote* a play about desperately playing out a lie, and rallying impressionable allies at any cost.
I called it "The Crucible"
I wrote* another play about a clueless useful idiot, and their redirection of personal failure causation.
I called it "Oleanna"
I wrote* another play about malicious liars that are ultimately excused with an immature little girls pussy pass.
I called it "The Childrens Hour".
I wrote* another play about a 'ho that insists she's "all that" and
gets pwned ALL the way back to her proper place.
I called it "The Taming of The Shrew".
I wrote* another play about the consequence of hireing delusional skanks, well
after they've spent all their their novelty capital.
I called it "The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie"
I wrote* another play about what happens to folks that rely on the kindness
of strangers when assumed entitlement to charity runs out.
I called it "A Streetcar Named Desire".
Hmmmm....maybe musicals, with a HUGE chorus of supernumeraries, would do better in NYC, London, and on tour.
Oh well,...that's showbiz...!
*Outright lie.
